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Prince Kaelis, second of three sons of the Kingdom of Oricalis, reverse wielder, and headmaster of Arcana Academy.
A man whose name is synonymous in Oricalis with despair. Who I have every reason to believe killed my mother…And the man who put me in Halazar Prison.
I’ve heard about the destruction the Knight of Swords card can reap in the hands of a skilled Arcanist.
Each Minor Arcana is governed by an element. Wands are fire, Swords air, Coins earth, and Cups water. The cards Two all the way through King of each suit have their own unique properties…but the Ace? That’s the beginning. The primordial essence of the suit.
“Thrive in my world or die in yours. Help me and be rewarded. Fight me and everything—and everyone—precious to you will be annihilated in ways beyond your worst imagining.” It is a promise, not a threat.
“This is my future wife, the woman who will become your princess. Choose your next words carefully. I assure you that having your throat cut out is not a pleasant experience.”
You think you appreciate what you have and then it’s taken from you…and you wonder if you ever treasured it enough.
“How many wounds do you have that you just let bleed, Clara?”
“Let me go.” “Trust me when I say, that’s the one thing neither of us wants.”
I’d rather a man who shows you who he is on the outside and isn’t a tyrant in a hero’s outfit.
Love me, hate me, but only look at me like my existence sets you on fire…I bite the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from saying so and banish the thought.
“You consume my every waking moment. Devour my thoughts. You’ve poisoned my halls with your scent. Flooded my dreams to the point that I cannot tell if it is a delight or a nightmare to want to drown in you. If you hate me, then hate me, let us be eternal rivals. Let any future where you and I are more than enemies finally be done and gone. “If you want something else from me, then take it. But, if it is neither, then set me free and let me be done with you once and for all.”
“Hate you. Love you. But I can’t be nothing to you.”
“How dare you,” he gasps. “I liked this shirt.” “I like it better ripped on the floor.”
