{LORE} - “Royal Winter”

The Magister, draped in robes that shimmered with the deep purples and gold of midnight, moved through the Grand Hall of the Royal Castle, nodding politely to the various noblemen and courtiers gathered for the Winter’s Ball. Chandeliers sparkled, glinting sharply across the fine silks and jewels on costumed display. And though the ballroom was filled with laughter and merriment, the energy of the room soon grew suffocating.

Needing a moment of solitude, they slipped into the castle’s garden, where frost dusted every leaf and bare branch like shimmering silver. Their breath mingled with the cold night air, forming wisps that drifted away like small spirits. The quiet was a much-welcomed relief, a stark contrast to the noise and intrigue within.

They leaned against a marble fountain, fingers tracing patterns in the frost, feeling the pull of magic beneath the stone. Somewhere in the gardens, they felt an aura, faint and ancient, calling to them—a promise of something forgotten among the darkening hedges.

But for now, they breathed in the cold night air, savoring the stillness; knowing that the night, like their trade, held mysteries that would be explored in due time.