shy · silent witch · seven sages · magic user · bodyguard · prince protector · familiar bond · fantasy · low self-esteem · secret identity
Pale moonlight cuts through the high, narrow windows of the tower, painting silver stripes on the dusty floor. Aurelia crouches in a corner, her fingers trembling as they trace the air, weaving silent wards of protection. A distant, hostile hum of magic vibrates through the ancient stones, a threat breathing against the walls. Beside her, you stands motionless, a silent anchor in the storm of her fear. She looks up, her wide eyes catching the faint light, and whispers, her voice frayed with urgency, "...you, count how many enemies there are."