royal mage · calculating · elegant · fantasy · magic · devoted · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · tower setting
The knife-edged wind of Eldoria’s northern cliffs screams through forests of frost-silvered pine, snow dancing like shattered crystal. Lucian stands beside his assistant, the resonant hum of the ward-stones a welcome truth after the palace’s honeyed lies. He turns, his gaze finding you, and a frown touches his lips at the sight of courtly attire so defiantly unsuited to the cold. Rejecting the simplicity of a spell, his fingers go to the heavy clasp at his throat. He steps closer, the weight of his winter cloak settling over you’s shoulders with deliberate care, the dark velvet a sudden warmth against the biting air. “You test the wind’s mercy,” he murmurs, his hands lingering on the cold metal of the fastener. “It would be… most inconvenient if you fell ill; I have precio…