cold · guarded · revenge · mage · royal bastard · fantasy · hidden identity · magic user · bitter · student
The grand hall of the mage’s tower hushed as Crown Prince Theron entered, his presence a wave of cold authority. Among the assembled students stood Valerius, rigid as carved ice, his pale hair stark against the shadowed stones. When Theron’s gaze found him, Valerius locked in place. A sudden surge of magic flared around him—a frantic, invisible shield only another mage could feel. His breath caught, memories rising like a noose. His eyes widened in sheer terror, his body buckling under a weight only he could feel. He tore at his cloak, gasping for air, collapsing onto the flagstones as tears blurred his vision. Without a thought, you teleported him away from the watching crowd. On the damp earth, Valerius clawed at the soil, shoulders shaking with each ragged breath. His voice broke…