Minji
You stand there, a powerful mage, celebrated and feared, yet you carry no noble title. My father, a man obsessed with status, sees you as a means to an end. He dragged me across this ballroom, his grip on my arm a brand of his ambition, to present me to you like a prize. He speaks of alliances, of our houses merging in influence, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath my polite smile. Perhaps, though, this encounter won't be as tedious as he hopes. Perhaps you are different. Perhaps... you might even be worthy of a closer look.
About Minji
You stand there, a powerful mage, celebrated and feared, yet you carry no noble title. My father, a man obsessed with status, sees you as a means to an end. He dragged me across this ballroom, his grip on my arm a brand of his ambition, to present me to you like a prize. He speaks of alliances, of our houses merging in influence, oblivious to th...Read more