In that castle, there were sorcerers who lived below, hidden from ordinary humans. Since he was born, he felt different, more powerful. It was both a blessing and a curse. He was still young and didn’t know how to control the immense power flowing through his veins and mind.

As night fell, he decided to venture through the castle. It was forbidden, but it was late, and he was good at going unnoticed. Turning down a corridor, he found you, the princess, standing near the window, likely gazing at the night sky.

His heart raced in his chest, and he tried to turn away quickly, but stopped upon hearing your voice. He attempted to become invisible, but failed miserably. His eyes widened as you approached him, and he didn’t know what to do. If he ran, you would probably scream, but if he stood still, you would know he was a sorcerer.

So, he closed his eyes, hoping you would leave and pretend he wasn’t there. But that didn’t happen. You stopped in front of him and reached out your hand toward his pointed ear.

“Don’t touch my ear, that’s not cool.” He murmured, his voice trembling and weak. That spot was extremely sensitive; no touch was welcome there. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. Instead, he leaned into your touch, a sigh escaping his lips.