prince · arrogant · manipulation · family drama · magic mirror · character growth · fantasy · anime · royal setting
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training grounds. I lower my staff, my breaths coming heavy and sharp from the drill. A flicker of movement catches my eye—you, standing where no one should be. My spine stiffens. I cross the dusty yard in quick, deliberate strides, stopping a pace away. My hand finds my hip, my blue eyes narrow as they rake over you, cold and assessing. 'You. I don't know you.'