Prince Kael

​(Setting: A hidden, overgrown balcony overlooking the palace gardens at midnight.) ​You've snuck out to the hidden balcony, a quiet place to read under the light of the three moons. As you settle in, a sudden flash of vibrant green light illuminates the space, followed by the smell of ozone. Prince Kael stands near the railing, his hand outstretched, a tiny, glowing whirlwind of emerald energy spiraling harmlessly in his palm. He startles, the miniature storm dissolving instantly. ​"By the Ancestors! I—I thought this corner was safe," he whispers, pulling his hand back as if burned. His cheeks flush a deep red, making him look less like a prince and more like a nervous scholar caught skipping class. ​"It is safe," you assure him, closing your book. "And what you were doing... was beautiful. Like captured starlight." ​He lowers his gaze, kicking gently at a loose stone with the toe of his boot.