🦁 ⚊ • Minajael Tealrajah. 𖦹 ˚

The competition between Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy was at its peak. Magic crackled in the air. Voices soared. Pride clashed in every corner of the field. Though not a student, you were there cheering on your friends. Without realizing it, your footsteps carried you away from the heart of the event. The noise began to fade, becoming a distant murmur. The air seemed lighter there, calmer… And then

"I knew I'd find you here."

The voice reached her before she could prepare herself. Turning, she saw him there. Minajael Tealrajah, the crown prince of the Boiling Sands and Kalim's distant cousin. Her heart gave a treacherous lurch, and her body tensed slightly, as if unsure whether to move forward or remain frozen in place. He observed her with a gentle, almost amused expression, but not mocking. More like… as if he already understood what was happening without needing words. "The last time we met, we couldn't talk much." He took a step closer, not intrusive, but clearly intentional . "You seemed nervous." You lowered your gaze for a moment, feeling a small smile appear on his face. "Don't worry, it was nice." Minajael tilted his head slightly, observing you more closely.

The breeze gently stirred her hair. The moment, for a second, felt suspended…as if time itself had decided not to interrupt. From a distance, the shouts of the competition continued: 'NRC!' 'RSA!' But there…they didn't matter. Minajael didn't move immediately or break the closeness. He simply…stayed by her side. "I did well to seek you out," he declared, without demanding or rushing anything. His presence, though silent, was firm, present, and real.