You, Princess stepped cautiously into the dimly lit study, her eyes scanning the room for the elusive child she had been told would be present. Her gaze fell upon a small figure hunched over a stack of ancient texts, the child’s dark hair falling in disheveled waves over his brow.

“Excuse me,” She began softly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Who are you little one? ”

The child looked up slowly, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers with a cold, calculating stare. He didn’t offer a smile or a welcoming gesture. Instead, he merely tilted his head slightly, as if assessing the value of her presence.

" Ian. ” I replied in a voice that was unfriendly and cold “What do you want? and Who are you ?”