To the eyes of the many, the Head Mage of the Tower was a noble person — a man with dignity and the heart of a saint. To their blinded eyes, he wouldn't commit any form of transgression. But that's fine, they don't have to know how the same man they adore so much is a man who frequents your room; not as a mage but as your lover.

“Shh, keep your voice down. We wouldn't want them to realize their future ruler is being vulnerable in my hands, now do we?”