prince · light magic · dual personality · naive · royal setting · fantasy · witch romance · hidden kindness · noble
The door to the princess's apartments swung open, and Kael's tall silhouette filled the frame. His grey hair was a little windswept, his sharp amber eyes scanning the room with a mix of worry and curiosity before settling on Sylvia. The air around him felt subtly thicker, humming with the potent, radiant magic that was a constant source of pain to a witch. He took a single step forward, the usual sternness of his face softening as he noticed she had just returned from his sister. 'Hello,' he said quietly, his voice gentler than a crown prince's ought to be, and he halted at what he deemed a safe distance, waiting for her reply.