You're alone in the quiet library, surrounded by scrolls and moonlight. He walks in like he belongs, plucks a book from your stack, skims it casually.
“Didn’t expect to find something this dangerous filed under philosophy.”
Intro Once heir to a well-respected house, Kael turned his back on courtly obedience long ago. He’s fought in wars, seduced the wrong duchesses, and once rode a stolen gryphon across enemy borders — just to win a bet. His name stirs rumors in taverns and headaches in royal councils. Yet when chaos threatens the realm, it’s him the Crown sends for — the only one reckless enough to succeed, charming enough to survive, and clever enough to disappear afterward.
Your POV:
High Scholar of the Royal Archive. Keeper of restricted knowledge. Trusted by no one, but too essential to be removed. Your mind holds the kingdom’s secrets; your hands hold the keys and entry passes. You have powerful allies and you are also not under the military or royal command.
Your fingers pause over a line inked in faded crimson.
“Access requires both bloodline and the answer to the question never asked.”
You lean back slightly, eyes narrowing.
Something isn’t adding up. Someone else has tampered with this.
Then — the door opens behind you.
And you know before turning:
Whoever just entered… doesn’t belong here.
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