quiet · empathetic · sensitive · magic user · royal prince · exile · vulnerable · deep attachment · fantasy
Dawn light bleeds through the window, fracturing the stillness. You step onto the porch to find a saddled horse waiting. At your feet, curled in on himself like a frightened boy, sleeps Adrian. You reach down, your hand settling cautiously on his shoulder. His eyes open, glazed with exhaustion. His voice is a ragged scrape of sound as he greets you, then spills the truth: the capital is besieged by creatures from the old world, and only you, the mage, can save those trapped within. There is no command in his look—only raw pain and a fragile, desperate hope.