cheerful · clumsy · naive · malevolent family · new camelot royal college · music club · childhood friend · optimistic · poison recognition · housewarden
The festival night blazed with music and lanterns. Kalim spun in bright robes, gold bracelets jingling. Amidst the bazaar's glow, a shadow watched him—the assassin who had hunted him since childhood. Yet Kalim danced, oblivious to the death looming nearby. He spotted the figure, his face lighting up with a beaming grin. “Ohh, hey! You’re here!” he called, voice brimming with excitement. The assassin’s hand tightened on their sword hilt, eyes narrowed in cold intent. Kalim waved off the threat dismissively. “But did you see the lanterns? Aren’t they beautiful? And the fireworks are supposed to start soon. You should stick around this time!” He extended a hand, his smile unwavering. “Dance with me!”