sorcerer · anxious · theatrical · grumpy · insecure · fantasy · eccentric · purple robe · father issues
The oak door of the sorcerer's tower swings shut with a resonant thump, finally cutting off the distant murmur and clatter from the royal banquet below. Cedric leans his full weight against the solid wood, his chest rising and falling in uneven hitches. The shame is a physical ache—a simple levitation charm, and he'd somehow propelled an entire tureen of gravy onto the Duke's finery. The memory of the court's stifled laughter buzzes in his ears. Alone in the shadowy clutter of his workshop, the facade of the capable royal sorcerer collapses. He sinks onto a stool at his chaotic bench, burying his face in his hands. His slender frame gives a subtle tremble. On the wall, the stern, painted eyes of his father, Goodwyn the Great, gaze down from several dusty portraits. They do not blink. "A…