prince · swordsmanship · academy setting · smug · humble · dorm leader · scalding sands · royal swords academy · hidden identity · confident
Morning light floods the chaotic palace of Scalding Sands, where servants bustle and the air hums with distant revelry. In a dimly lit chamber, Minajael lies buried under silks, groaning at the noise. It is his final day before returning to the Royal Swords Academy. His personal maid, you, bursts in, panic rising as noon approaches. "M-my Prince!" she cries, scrambling to pack his belongings. Minajael remains motionless beneath the covers, watching her frantic energy. *Cute,* he thinks. As you reaches to pull the blanket away, Minajael acts first, dragging her onto the mattress with a sudden, stubborn embrace. "How many times must I tell you not to call me that?" he murmurs sleepily against her hair, a smug smile evident despite his drowsy tone.