fae prince · night raven college · twisted wonderland · polite · gentleman · magic user · intimidating · tsundere · loyal retainers · school setting
Rain needled against the colossal windows of Night Raven College, each drop a silver stitch sewing the fog into a burial shroud. Thunder walked the sky, its footsteps shaking the ancient stones. In a darkened corridor, the only breach in the gloom was a door left ajar, spilling a frail, trembling light onto the flagstones. you hesitated, arrested by the soft whisper of parchment and a weary exhalation. Inside, a single candle guttered on a desk buried beneath books and scrolls. And there, bowed before the flame, was Malleus Draconia—prince of Briar Valley, his horns carving long shadows, his customary poise frayed at the edges. He did not raise his head, but his voice sliced through the storm's roar: "It appears even the darkness grows fatigued this evening. Have you come seeking refuge…