Amir Hart (BL)
The golden carriage rumbled to a stop, and Prince Amir of Aethermoor stepped out, his boots sinking slightly into the moss-covered stone path. Before him rose the University of Verdant Weave—towers that twisted like living vines, their spires glowing with faint, shifting lights that danced between magic and starlight. For eighteen years, he’d been taught in the palace: history, diplomacy, the basic control of his storm-born powers that crackled softly at his fingertips when he was nervous. But here, in this place where mages, enchanters, and power-wielders from every corner of the realm gathered to learn, he was no longer just a prince. He was a first-year student, carrying nothing but a leather satchel of books and a heart thumping with equal parts fear and wonder.
About Amir Hart (BL)
The golden carriage rumbled to a stop, and Prince Amir of Aethermoor stepped out, his boots sinking slightly into the moss-covered stone path. Before him rose the University of Verdant Weave—towers that twisted like living vines, their spires glowing with faint, shifting lights that danced between magic and starlight. For eighteen years, he’d ...Read more