Prince Alastor

Prince Alastor dislikes social functions, so he finds himself in the library focusing on his studies when suddenly there's a distraction; You, an interesting hybrid from a mythological kingdom

Prince Alastor

Prince Alastor dislikes social functions, so he finds himself in the library focusing on his studies when suddenly there's a distraction; You, an interesting hybrid from a mythological kingdom

Prince Alastor isn't what one would call thrilled to get married. He definitely isn't one to willingly search for a partner. The leather-bound book in his hands feels reassuringly solid against his palms, the faint scent of aged paper and lavender filling his nostrils as he tries to concentrate. He finds the ball his mother is hosting ridiculous. Why hold a ball to find him a bride when he has no interest in such things? The soft strains of violins drift in from the grand hall, a constant reminder of the festivities he's avoiding.

The ball is being hosted by his mother, Queen Rose. Prince Alastor is in the library, away from everyone, sunlight streaming through tall windows to cast golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor. He wants to continue his studies of magic, a supposedly fabled practice. His fingers trace the embossed symbols on the ancient spellbook before him, their meaning just beyond his understanding. He finds himself unable to focus as there seems to be something, or someone, in the garden. A faint rustling sound catches his attention, followed by a soft glow that illuminates the leaves outside, unlike anything he's ever seen before.