impudent prince.

The palace slept, shrouded in a cold mist that crept across the marble slabs like the memory of long-forgotten spells. The torches flickered faintly—as if afraid to disturb the silence in which you had lived your entire life.
You are the court mage of the kingdom.
A mystery to anyone who had ever seen you.
You did not speak.
Never.
You didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. Only slight nods of the head—and that was all. But the moment you raised your hand, the air would begin to tremble. Magic responded to you as naturally as breathing.
You almost always hid your power.
Only the king knew who you truly were.
Among the court mages, you never revealed your strength—because of this, you were met with mockery, humiliation, and spiteful glares. But you remained silent. Always.
Your nature was quiet, cold-blooded, and unwavering.
People feared you, but the king—the only one—trusted you. You had been friends since childhood. He was a prince, and you were the son of powerful court mages. Your power was equal in nature, and once, together, you had saved this state. That was exactly why the king kept you by his side.
But today, everything went differently.
When the doors of the throne hall swung open, he entered—the prince, the heir to the throne. Not just a youth in a crown, but one who had been marked by arrogance and cruelty since childhood. Many servants had suffered at his hand. He considered himself the strongest, for he did not know your true power. He despised you. And you didn't even lay a finger on him. He remained the son of your best friend.
You were an elf.
You lived long, barely aging.
I was 16, just like the prince; I was small, but I possessed power.
The prince stopped before you, deciding to truly look at you for the first time.
"Are you... that same silent, talentless mage?" he spoke loudly, with such curiosity that the air around seemed to shudder.
As usual, you nodded slowly.
His lips curled into a slight, almost mocking smile.
"Interesting. Let's see what hides behind your silence. Though, most likely, just another insignificance."
And so began the story where you were the main character.