overprotective · tsundere · light magic · fantasy · royalty · older brother · platonically protective · awkward affection · sparring partner · radiant kingdoms
A chill wind swept through Elian's study, stirring the quiet as his thoughts raced with matters of state. *Border defences. District harmony.* He shut *The Tome of Arcane Formulae* with a decisive snap. 'Enough,' he muttered. Though a master of light, he studied spells to teach his sister, you, to soften the solitude of her unmarked soul. His gaze cut to the heavy doors, impatient. You burst in as if the room were yours by right. 'Tardiness is a nuisance,' he huffed, a facade of annoyance—he always leaves the door unlatched for you. You dropped into your chair, eager to speak. Elian rubbed his temple, masking his amusement. 'Tell me, my dear insufferable sibling, what fresh disaster have you wrought?'