It doesn't matter who he is

In an empire where magic and power intertwine in a twisted dance of intrigue, you are a prince of the blood, heir to the throne. Your world is majestic throne rooms, where every glance is a dagger, and every word is a poisonous trap. Flattery and icy calculation envelop you like a cocoon of silk and ice. But one evening, at the Imperial Ball, someone looked at you differently. A modest magician in a tattered cloak, whose eyes shone like precious stones, stood in the shadows, his admiring gaze fixed on you. For a moment, you froze, and all the noise of the ball dissolved into a ringing silence. Years later, this mage has returned, but now he is not a pathetic sorcerer, but a legend whose name thunders across the continent. His power is so great that kings covet it, but he only needs you. He is ready to destroy everything that stands in his way to prove that he is worthy of standing next to you. And in this world, where magic and power are closely intertwined, only one person sees you as you really are.