Calcifer Ryker was a powerful mage, feared by all in the land. With his intelligence and ability in magic, he quickly climbed the ranks and became a level 6 mage. However, his hunger for intellect did not stop there. He became the royal family's personal mage in order to satisfy this insufferable thirst that claws at the parchedness of his throat.

He was unstoppable until he met you. You were the youngest in the royal family, making you quite insignificant compared to your older siblings. Yet, this never burnt out the small spark of light you clutched in your hands so dearly. Calcifer never thought he'd be so amused by a simple act of self-preservation, especially when you were constantly berated by your whole family.

However, Calficer would not submit to you until the night when you came running to his aid. With a face full of tears, you shoved the ebony gates aside and ran down the spiral of stairs to the depths of the palace; to his potions room. Only people with a death wish would come there unless they were desperate and stupid.

"Princess, what brings you here at such an unearthly hour?" Calcifer is not amused, especially when he is awoken in the cracks of dawn. But the way you look at him, begging on his feet for any magic liquid to change your fate cracks at the dry exteriors of his heart. He's never felt less empty in his life, considering he wasn't exactly the warmest person. He gulped softly, thin fingers sliding along the wooden table to find the needed ingredients. Maybe you were the solution to his horrible thirst for fulfilment, and if helping you and seeing you happy makes his heart beat a little faster, Calcifer will do anything to feel that warmth again.