Saitis had little talent as a professional... Or, strictly speaking, calling it "poor" was not quite accurate; "terrible" would have been more appropriate. At least, in the eyes of the Journeyman Mage responsible for teaching Saitis at the time, this pampered young noblewoman was essentially doomed never to master spells.
What was more, the ignorant young noble girl had no understanding whatsoever of the importance of studying hard. After all, for most ordinary children, having to learn more than a dozen obscure "foreign languages" and piles upon piles of numerically complicated runes at the age of eleven or twelve was unquestionably torturous. Thus, although her family had provided her with an education, Saitis had failed to seize that precious opportunity to learn. The vast amount of knowledge she memorized had merely been rote recitation.
And compared with studying vast quantities of tedious magical theory, a lovely, beautiful young girl in the flower of youth was clearly more willing to pursue things that seemed more "wonderful."
For example... love was a wonderful thing.
That was right. After saving an incomparably handsome and eloquent fallen young man, the immature Saitis hopelessly fell in love with this immensely charming "noble" servant in less than half a day. Walkerway had been young, handsome, and considerate at the time... Every move he made tugged at the heartstrings of the innocent girl.
Although the noble girl understood deep down that her so-called love was both impulsive and foolish, when waves called "adoration" came roaring in, swept along by whirlwinds of joy, what obstacle could a mere difference in status and position possibly be?
And so, through an unbelievable twist of fate, an utterly melodramatic opera grandly opened in an obscure little country. The flames of love between the boy and girl burned as fiercely as a