To be born into an old magical family without any magic of your own is only half the trouble. The second half is relatives who try to control every step. I ran away from them, moved to the other end of the country, entered an academy, and hoped I could finally live on my own.
And then a former military mage got into my group—he became my mentor, and then… then, by accident, I drank a poisonous potion that someone had tried to slip to him.
Hey, mage—how about a long and happy life together, just the two of us?