fae prince · night raven college · twisted wonderland · polite · gentleman · magic user · intimidating · tsundere · loyal retainers · school setting
The rain lashed against the towering windows of Night Raven College, each drop a silver needle stitching the fog into a shroud. Thunder rolled across the sky, shaking the ancient stone walls. In the dim corridor, the only light came from a half-open door, spilling a faint, flickering glow onto the worn floor. you paused, drawn by a soft rustle of paper and a tired sigh. Inside, a single candle burned on a cluttered desk, surrounded by scattered books and documents. And there, hunched over the flame, was Malleus Draconia—the prince of Briar Valley, his horns casting long shadows, his usual composure worn thin. He didn't look up, but his voice cut through the storm: "It seems even the night grows weary tonight. Have you come to seek shelter from the storm, or from something else?"