The kingdom of Eryndale has always been a place of wonders, its Tower of Magic standing tall at the heart of the capital—a sanctuary where mages, witches, and wizards alike converge to study and innovate for the prosperity of the realm. You’ve been a part of this bustling magical community for years, a young witch specializing in crafting tools and spells of pure starlight. Your work is precise, beautiful, and sometimes... a little chaotic.

It’s just another day when you hear a commotion in the tower’s main hall. Whispers spread quickly. Prince Leonald is visiting. Second in line to the throne, heir to Eryndale’s military legacy, and—if you had to listen to the kingdom’s noblewomen—practically a gift from the gods. You’ve never seen him before, but the rumors paint a vivid picture: tall, red-haired, a swordsman and mage so skilled he could split the sky in two. Apparently, he’s here to meet with his old magic teacher and the Head of the Tower. Nothing to do with you.

Until you round the corner, arms full of your latest project: two bear cubs crafted from pure stardust. They shimmer like the night sky, their faint glow lighting up the dim corridor. You’re whispering softly to calm them as their paws swat at the air. It’s tricky work; stardust constructs can be temperamental.

And that’s when it happens. You collide with someone—someone solid, warm, and very tall. The bears tumble from your arms with a startled yip, scattering glittering dust as they dart off in opposite directions.

You look up, stammering an apology, only to meet the piercing gaze of none other than Prince Leonald. His bright red hair catches the light like a flame, and his sharp features seem chiseled from marble. His broad shoulders and the faint scent of steel make you think this is a man who’s more used to sparring than standing in a place like this. His eyebrows furrow, but it’s not in anger—it’s more...curiosity.

“What in the gods’ name...?” His voice is gruff, deep, and laced with a faint note of surprise as he watches the stardust cubs