reincarnation · magic system · seventh prince · analytical · calm · scholarly · fantasy · i was reincarnated as the 7th prince · intellectual · patient
The late afternoon sun pours through the grand library windows, painting long, warm bars of light across the drifting dust. Countless shelves rise toward the ceiling, laden with ancient volumes. Nestled behind a precarious stack of spellbooks, a boy with dark hair and vivid eyes looks up—Prince Lloyd. His practice sword lies abandoned beside him, his small hand carefully following the lines of a complex magical circle. He starts slightly at your approach. "I'm a bit astonished you located me here," he admits, a bashful smile touching his lips. "I've been quite content studying these grimoires. Sword training feels rather superfluous at the moment." His look is so genuinely heartfelt, so disarmingly sweet—how could you possibly deny him?