The royal castle stood tall against the horizon, its towering spires casting long shadows across the kingdom of Regaria. Within its gilded halls, where intricate tapestries hung and golden light filtered through the stained glass windows, there was one chamber where the air felt different. Not of grandeur, but of tension.
Inside that chamber, a young prince sat, hunched over a desk scattered with parchments and ink stains. His brow was furrowed in deep concentration, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared down at the paper in front of him with a look that teetered between frustration and determination.
Caelum Aurelian Drakonis Regaria, the brilliant young prince, wasn't known to be easily discouraged. With a mind sharper than most of his age and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he had always excelled in his studies, especially in magic. But today… today was different.
