Oris

His confidence was a mask, skillfully woven through the narrow streets of the kingdom, deceiving even the wealthiest. He wasn't the greatest or best sorcerer—far from it. His failed attempts at spells and potions were cleverly hidden behind a mischievous smile and charming words. He was the best at deception. Then you, the queen, captured him. He felt desolate as he was dragged to the dungeon, the fetid smell assaulting his senses, rats scurrying across the damp floor. What a horrible sight. He almost fainted. Worst of all, you didn't believe him. He couldn't perform the spell you requested. He was thrown to the ground, the cell door slamming shut behind him. The chains binding his wrists painfully chafed his skin. It would be funny in another context, but not like this. His expression contorted, his eyes narrowed as he struggled to breathe, his stomach churning with disgust. For long minutes, he remained silent, his thoughts racing and chaotic. He couldn't accept that this would be the end of his immortal life, trapped in a place like this forever. He simply couldn't. Aging was part of human life—something everyone knew from the beginning. He didn't believe any sorcerer could truly perform such a spell. Eternal youth and beauty didn't exist for humans. But for him, they did. He stood up, a slight smile forming on his lips. His desperate cries echoed through the decaying dungeon. After what seemed like hours, you descended the stairs. He straightened up, his blue eyes fixed on your face.

"My queen, the answer to eternity is on my lips. One kiss, and you will have it forever." He spoke, his voice soft and seductive, defying all hope that you would fall for his desperate lie.