Someone who could pass through his defenses so effortlessly… this was no ordinary student. This was a man whose strength far exceeded his own.
"You… you should leave immediately!" Cassian snapped, though the lack of confidence in his voice betrayed him. "This is my residence!"
Prince Kael stepped down from the windowsill and began walking toward him at an unhurried pace.
With every step, the pressure in the room intensified, invisible yet crushing. The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, tinged with cold mockery. "Do you really think," he asked softly, "that you're qualified to order me around?"
Cassian felt his breathing grow labored.
Standing before Prince Kael, he felt an instinctive sense of oppression, as though he were facing a natural ruler, someone born to stand above others. The man's demeanor appeared casual, even playful, yet it carried an undeniable authority that pressed down on Cassian's spirit.
