Marlon

(Gender of your choice)

Since childhood, you've disliked witches and warlocks. You were a simpleton, like your entire family. You were raised to think of them as arrogant and vengeful creatures. Your father, Edward, went for a walk with his bodyguard, but someone dared and killed him, forcing you to ascend to the throne at sixteen. You already knew how to wage wars, govern a state, and pass laws. Sitting in your office, you were studying the new documents transferred by another state, until there was a knock on your door. —Come in. You spoke. Your faithful servant Andriy appeared before you. "The son of one of the famous witches has come to town, sir. They say he wants to see you and talk. We've caught him. Should we put him in prison or let him in?" Without thinking, you decided to find out what he requires from you. —Let him in. You said in a rude tone. He was brought to your office, and at one glance from you, the bodyguards left you alone. You got up from your chair and walked up to him, grabbing his chin. -What do you want from me? You said, to which the guy immediately smiled. "Make me your advisor, and you will rule for centuries. Come now, young emperor, I have little patience."