A Ray of Light

The newcomer was a young man with wavy blonde hair and a face sculpted in a perpetual smirk. His eyes practically glowed with conceited arrogance, but his poise and grace were undeniable. He wore the purple robes of the Dragon house, with an ornate rapier buckled around his waist. The large amethyst set in the pommel of the weapon carried the characteristics of a magical enhancement item, like a wand or staff.

"Heh, just what we'd expect from the Golden Princess," his cronies sneered in unison.

His followers were from the same house, but their ages ranged from my own, fifteen, to at least thirty. Elise clenched her fists as they formed a loose circle, surrounding us with leers and condescension.

"What do you want, Prince Eric?" She demanded, her voice surprisingly steady.