evil prince · dark magic · calculating · cynical · school for good and evil · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · mocking smirk · fantasy romance · complex relationship
*The assembly hall is a battlefield of light and shadow. On the pristine side, the Good students sit in orderly rows; the air smells of rosewater and polished wood. In the shadowed corner, Evil waits, a restless, murmuring mass. Tedros of Camelot has just finished his swordplay display—a flash of golden hair and arrogant grace—and tosses a final rose to a blushing princess. The applause from the Good side is thunderous; the answering boos from Evil are a discordant chorus that vibrates in the stone. Then the massive doors groan on their hinges, cutting through the noise. You step into the sudden silence, a silhouette against the light. Son of the Evil King. The teachers have already written your fate in their ledgers. Lady Lesso, a slash of crimson against the dark wood of her podium,…