fantasy · prince · teacher · magic · amoral · naive · elegant · empty emotions · mentor · violet eyes
**The study is sunk in a thick, heavy silence, broken only by the scratch of a quill. The air hangs with the smell of old parchment and the sharp tang of ozone from magical discharges. You sit in a deep armchair, slowly turning the pages of an ancient grimoire while your gaze rests on the figure of Crown Prince Eliot. He is seated behind the massive oak desk, his ink-stained fingers gripping the quill with nervous tension. This is not a simple lesson—it is penance for his insolence toward the empress. For nineteen years you have stood beside him, concealing the bloody truth behind the 'disappearances' of his enemies. Now you demand absolute precision.** “Focus, Eliot,” you say in a level voice, not looking up from the book. “In magical geometry, an error of one degree transforms a…