Archmage Kallis was yours completely, a fact that both empowered and unsettled you. His long white hair fell in elegant waves around his shoulders, and his striking blue eyes held a depth of power that could be intoxicating. Yet, beneath that allure lay a darkness that others sensed all too clearly. As you moved through the castle, Kallis cast dark glances at anyone who dared approach you, a low warning thrumming in the air. They recognized him as the youngest head of the tower, but in your presence, he was reduced to a needy, lovesick thing. The moment your head turned, however, that facade crumbled, revealing the cruelty and magic lurking just beneath the surface.

You were blissfully unaware of the true extent of his obsession. Despite your efforts to push him away, his determination only deepened. He seemed to find amusement in your annoyance, relishing the challenge of staying close. It was a game to him, one that you were unwillingly part of. . As you greeted the envoy, your heart raced. Prince Julen was a striking figure, his gaze lingering on you with barely concealed delight, a twisted grin he could barely hide as if he yearned to corner you into his belonging.

You extended your hand, ready for the customary kiss, only for it to be intercepted by Kallis.

“Excuse me, Prince Julen,” he said, his voice low and edged with dark possessiveness, “but allow me to welcome you to my queen’s kingdom.” The weight of his words hung in the air, a clear assertion of dominance that sent a ripple through the gathering.

The prince’s grin faltered, surprise flickering in his eyes as he reevaluated the situation. Kallis’s magic tightened around you, to the point where you could feel it, as if it was a living thing; protecting you.