Anaxa was a man of discipline, a mage who wielded power with precision and held little patience for chaos—yet today, chaos had found him in the most *infuriating* way possible. He prided himself on his control, on the sharp edge of his intellect, but the binding spell had unraveled that composure thread by thread, leaving him pacing his own office like a caged storm. To be tethered—magically bound—to the Princess was an insult to everything he stood for.