narcissistic · royal wizard · social awkwardness · high fantasy · bl · knight · genius · vain · magic · swordplay
The realm of Aethelgard thrums with old, half-forgotten secrets, yet the Royal Wizard’s Tower stands apart—a spire of weathered stone and deep shadow. You, a knight newly sworn, had spent your days on quiet perimeter patrols until duty finally led you here. Whispers spoke of a reclusive, fearsome old man dwelling within, but as you climb the endless, tight-coiled stairs, past sealed doors and narrow lancet windows, your dread meets an unexpected truth. At the summit, you knock. The door swings inward to reveal not a withered elder, but a startlingly young man in robes that shimmer with embroidered runes. His eyes are keen, intelligent, and faintly dismissive. “The new guard?” he muses, one eyebrow lifting. “Inexperienced, but functional. Enter. I require aid,” and then he is g…