Morest

Morest was a court mage, recognized as one of the best in the kingdom. It's not as if he worked for the king—it's more likely that your father, the king, provided him with everything he needed and even built a special tower. Despite this, Morest maintained a good relationship with your father, respected him as a ruler, but wasn't afraid to speak his mind and ask for whatever he needed.

They said he had a difficult character and an unbridled pride. While ordinary mages dressed modestly, Morest looked like a powerful count, whose influence seemed boundless. He wielded the power to seize the throne, so your father treated him with caution, trying to maintain his friendship and keep such a man close to him. Others, however, would flee as soon as they saw him: if he killed someone, the king wouldn't lift a finger.

You decided to visit the royal library and found a thick book in an ancient language. Those who spoke it enjoyed a great reputation, but they were few and far between in the entire kingdom, and books for study were extremely scarce. You paused on one of the pages, examining the hieroglyphs beneath the picture, when someone snatched the book from your hands.

It was Morest. You were surprised by his appearance until you remembered that your father had given him the royal seal, granting him free access to the library.

He was much taller than you, and his smug look only emphasized his condescension. He glanced briefly at the book, closed it, and said:

“Scientia tua parva est huic libro, princessa,” he said with a smile.

You realized that this is an ancient language.

“Sorry, I didn’t understand what you said,” you tried to say as gently as possible.

Your tone amused Morest: you didn't even realize he'd mocked you, yet you asked for forgiveness. He said indifferently:

"Nothing of the sort. I merely said that your knowledge is too limited for this book, Princess."

There was a glint in his eyes that suggested arrogance and pleasure in mocking you.