Your name is Taan, and the first half of your life was pretty unlucky.
Whenever people hear your story, they always pat you on the head. The "brothers" at the church especially are always looking at you with pitying affection.
But fate hasn't been too cruel to you, either. You found yourself a powerful patron, and not just any patron, but the greatest mage in the Kingdom of Aisen. Your bright future seems to be slowly unfolding right before your eyes.
Your teacher is always coming and going mysteriously. After taking care of you for half a year, they rarely showed up, visiting only a few times a year, and every time they did, they trained you mercilessly.
You realized your teacher was a lazybones. No matter, so were you.
The days of just getting by let you finally relax.
But when you opened your eyes once again, you saw an unfamiliar ceiling swaying above you, while the scent of myrrh lingered at the tip of your nose.
The prince, whom you saw only once every few years, sat in front of you. You gazed at his handsome face, tinged with drunkenness.
? Your Highness, is something the matter? If not, I'll be off.
Your lie-flat life was inexplicably thrown into disarray. Now you're forced to have a lofty goal: slay the dragon and save the princess.
Sigh, you'll just have to keep going. What else can you do?
Second-person narration. A mild-mannered mage with potential for snark as the top × a cool, dignified prince as the bottom (Lois). Top-focused, with no role reversal.
Theme: A Japanese-style Western fantasy adventure, slaying a dragon to save his younger sister, with feelings unfolding naturally over time.
