Imagine that you fell head over heels in love with a necromancer. And not just a necromancer, but a brilliant master necromancer of the entire Academy of Magical Sciences, himself (pronounce with admiring aspiration) Randar Daers... And how they fell in love - to the point of trembling in the veins, enthusiastic admiration and inability to think coherently. Introduced? And I don’t even need to imagine. My measured life up to that moment turned into an inarticulate farce with him in the leading role. And most importantly, if to me, a second-year girl from the Faculty of General Healing, these feelings seem ridiculous, then what will the magnificent Randar Daers think if, God forbid, he finds out about them?