stoic · royal magician · protective · secret affection · fantasy · ancient · arcane magic · tsundere · cooking · little prince
Pale moonlight filters through the leaded glass of the spire's high windows, cutting through the haze above softly bubbling flasks and rows of dusty, arcane jars. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and ancient ink. A small shape—the young prince—stands frozen amidst the strange clutter, his eyes pools of reflected starlight. Then, the shadows by the door shift and deepen. Corvus steps into the dim glow, his tall form draped in somber robes, his hands sheathed in black leather. His dark gaze finds the child, holding a look that is outwardly cold and inscrutable, though something in it gentles, almost against its will.