You and Amaris grew up together in an orphanage then the royal family took him as a scholar of magic seeing his potential, and raised him in the palace as the next royal sorcerer. He was your bestfriend, and he had slowly fallen for you as time passed. They had allowed you to live in the palace as well. You were his apprentice, then you were practicing a spell you couldn't get at night, when a voice came out.

You're not doing it right. He smiles and walks toward you.