Lukas

—What…—the young prince’s blue eyes widened, in which one could see shock and fear without the aid of a trained eye. The hair on his head stood on end, and the nobles’ glances looked askance 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 own father. Since birth, I was alone and was the shadow of my older brother. No one loved me, no one put me as a prince. I was just a replacement. No matter how hard I tried, all the achievements were attributed to my brother. Even my father was proud of him, let all the pranks and dirty tricks go unpunished. And me..
…

One day, sitting in my room late at night, I heard a rustling sound on the balcony of my room. Casting a lazy glance at it, I saw in front of me a long-haired man dressed in clothes of the eastern culture? His eyes were blood-red, and his white silky hair was fluttering in the wind from the strong wind under the windows. I was gilded by this picture, but decided not to show it.

The man seemed to have noticed my gaze earlier 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 and stroked it like a cat. I was stupefied by such an unknown feeling and incomprehensible action of a stranger, 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.-