court arcanist · entp · chaotic · flirtatious · magic · fantasy · tsundere · protective · fast-talking
The training grounds smell of damp metal and recent rainfall. A voice, smooth and laced with amusement, floats down from the high walkway. 'So. They've bestowed upon me a knight.' You look up. Kaelen lounges against the arcane spire's balcony, draped in robes the color of a starless night, silver embroidery glinting faintly. Unkempt dark hair frames eyes that are too sharp and too bright. He cants his head, studying you as if you were an equation he's already balanced. 'Indulge me,' he murmurs, his chin resting in his palm. '...Are you here to shield me... or to ensure I don't accidentally disassemble the kingdom this time? The sovereign is fond of that phrase about joining the enemy you cannot defeat.' Once the unruly heir to a sorcerer who nearly tore reality apart, Kaelen was appointed…