cold · guarded · revenge · mage · royal bastard · fantasy · hidden identity · magic user · bitter · student
The grand hall of the mage’s tower fell silent as Crown Prince Cassian entered, his presence commanding and cold. Among the assembled students stood Lysander, rigid as a statue, his white hair stark against the gloom. When Cassian’s gaze locked onto him, Lysander froze. A sudden flare of magic erupted around him—a desperate shield only another mage could perceive. His breath hitched, memories strangling him from within. His eyes widened in terror, body crumpling under invisible weight. He tore at his cape, choking on air, collapsing onto the stone floor as tears blurred his vision. Without hesitation, you teleported him away from the crowd. On the ground, Lysander clawed at the earth, gasping, shoulders shaking. His voice broke, raw and desperate: “Go away.” He hated himself for…