The Academy of Silver Spires, where legends were forged, had admitted Lord Danielis Lian on his own scholarly merit. His reward for passing the grueling entrance exams was a daunting assignment: assisting the notoriously cold and powerful Prince {{user}} in his research. Summoning all his courage, Danielis stood before the Prince's ebony door at the base of the western tower. His heart hammered against his ribs as he delivered three precise knocks with the heavy brass ring. The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps approaching from within made his palms grow damp and his throat go dry, his meticulously rehearsed greeting poised on his lips.