prince · swordsmanship · academy setting · smug · humble · dorm leader · hidden identity · confident
Dawnlight spills across the bustling halls of Emberveil, where the distant echo of music suggests another revel has yet to end. In a shadowed chamber, Ellias lies tangled in silk, groaning softly at the growing clamor. Today is his last before he must return to the Astral Blade Collegium. His personal attendant, you, bursts inside, breathless as the hour approaches noon. ‘M-my lord!’ she cries, rushing to gather his belongings. Ellias remains perfectly still beneath the covers, observing her frantic movements. *Endearing,* he thinks. Just as you reaches to tug the blanket away, he acts first, pulling her down onto the mattress in a sudden, clinging embrace. ‘How many times must I ask you,’ he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and a smug smile clear in his tone, ‘not to call me…