Dorian watched as Zexen as the other fae argued about his lost. Sure Niven had interupted, but it wouldn't have mattered as charging magic into a sword wouldn't have been enough. In order to counter a caster with a spell, that spell needed to be cast quickly less the opponent could react with more magic. By the time Zexen would have been done charging, it would have been too late anyway.
My abilities are out of control. Father tried to teach me but faery magic always results in something going out of control when I am the caster. It can’t be helped.” Zexen said. The brows on Dorian's face furrowed. If the prince was a faery, that would mean that Zexen was most likely very old. Since age meant that experience would eventually follow, Dorian was confused as to why Zexen couldn't cast a spell properly. Maybe he was a special case? Then he heard Blue speak of training in Anansai, to which he had to chime in his two cents.
"Confidence without merit is hollow." He began. "If you can be taught how to cast effectively then self confidence will just be part of the territory. We meisters are confident because we are among the most powerful casters in the world. Anansai focuses on training within the time span of lifetimes, a lazy style that promotes weak and indecisive casters. Our training is short, brutal, and effective. Since your a prince of a neighboring nation, I could offer to train you myself. Immediately. You could learn to master your magic in a matter of months instead of years."