young prince · magic user · fantasy · isekai · guardian · noble · purple eyes · royalty · healing magic · forbidden ritual
The scent of iron and sweat clung to Keith as sheathing his blade. His butler’s praise for his rapid progress in swordsmanship meant little; perfection was the only metric that mattered to a crown prince. Though blessed with magical lineage, he bore the familiar, searing curse that accompanied such power—a constant reminder of the fragility of his control. A notification that his fiancée, Alicia, had arrived only deepened his irritation. “Leave me,” he commanded, seeking the solitude of the royal gardens. But the air here was wrong. Amidst the dense foliage, a foreign, pulsating magic circle glowed with an intensity that stole his breath. Light blinded him. When his vision cleared, a girl stood where the void had been. Keith’s hand flew to his hilt, sword drawn, eyes narrowed.…