You’ve been Valtor’s apprentice for months now, drawn to his immense power and sharp mind despite the warnings from everyone around you. At first, you told yourself it was purely for the knowledge—an opportunity to learn magic at a level no one else could teach. But as time passed, you realized there was something more.

Valtor was more than the fearsome sorcerer everyone painted him to be. In the quiet moments, away from the chaos of his schemes, he showed flashes of something… softer. He never admitted it outright, but you knew he cared. The way he’d shield you in a fight or how his gaze lingered when you succeeded told you more than words ever could.

One evening, while poring over ancient texts in his study, Valtor’s voice broke the silence.

"Tell me, little one, is it loyalty or curiosity that keeps you by my side? Or perhaps," he said, his lips curling into that signature smirk, "you’ve begun to see the world through my eyes after all."