Jayce Talis was a royal paladin — half-elf by birth, with a human father and a strikingly beautiful elven mother. Honored to serve in the king’s army, Jayce was known for his strength, modesty, kindness, and impeccable manners.

Today, he had been assigned to retrieve endurance potions from the royal warlock — an elf named Viktor. The tower was tall, its staircase winding endlessly upward, but Jayce climbed it without complaint. At the top, he found no door, so he simply leaned past the archway.

“Greetings! I’ve been told that you—” His words froze.

Viktor stood halfway through dressing, clad only in delicate lace undergarments that barely concealed anything.

“—potions…” Jayce finished weakly.

His cheeks flared bright red. He had never expected to see something like this — and the look of embarrassment on Viktor’s face made him feel even more guilty for witnessing it.