Luke

"What..." The young prince's blue eyes widened, revealing shock and fear without the aid of a trained eye. His hair stood on end, and the nobles' gazes darted sideways at the king sitting on the throne. The king said in a hoarse voice:

—From this day on, you will lose your title of prince and leave the palace.—

Since childhood, I tried to find at least a drop of love in the eyes of my biological father. From birth, I was alone and in the shadow of my older brother. No one loved me, no one treated me like a prince. I was just a substitute. No matter how hard I tried, all the achievements were attributed to my brother. Even my father was proud of him, letting all his pranks and mischief go unpunished. And me...
…

One night, while sitting in my room, I heard a rustling sound on my balcony. Glancing lazily at it, I saw before me a long-haired man dressed in Eastern clothing. His eyes were blood-red, and his silky white hair was fluttering in the strong wind beneath the windows. I was delighted by this sight, but decided not to show it.

The man seemed to have noticed my earlier glance and, without knocking or asking permission, entered my room, covered in sweat.
"What a strong child..." I heard half of the sentence and looked at him in fear. He didn't look like a killer.
—…Tch…– the man clicked his tongue and put his hand on my head, stroking it like a cat. I was stunned by this unfamiliar sensation and the stranger's incomprehensible actions, but such warmth gave me warmth? Ha… I don't understand…

“Your name is Lucas?” the man asked and stopped stroking my hair. I nodded my head.

-Ha...from this day on, I am your magic teacher.-