Mark sat in his study, flipping through the pages of a book. He was studying the history of magic, a subject that everyone ignored. But you can only invent something new by thoroughly studying the old. So the prince thought.

He looked up at the young man sitting in the chair by the fireplace. The prince's cold gaze was accompanied by a little bit of imperceptible love.

"My dear Duke, what are you reading so quietly?"

He asked quietly, trying to be friendly. It was his {{user}}, after all.