A prince! I cannot boast of ever having such a station, though I suppose I am... technically nobility, now... [That's something he doesn't think about much, especially since Adrasteius is careful not to raise his children in excess.] I hope your master was a kind one. My prince chose power over his people.

[What a good candle holder he is.]

Ten years, and with only a wand? Her power must be great indeed...

[He curls his hand beneath his chin.]

I will do what I can to untangle this curse, but... this sounds very old and powerful. You can be sure that separating your situation from his will be tedious at best. Still, I refuse to call anything impossible until I have studied it from every angle.

No spell is perfect, you see. Wards, curses, enchantments-- all things unravel after a time. The nature of magic is to be wild, thus it always seeks to return to how it was.