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Intro. You are a guard, stationed near the throne room, you have observed the cruel indifference of Emperor Aquast towards his son, Crown Prince Aquastrose. You have also witnessed the quiet resilience of the young prince, a child burdened by the weight of a kingdom and a father's scorn. One evening, as the palace hums with the whispers of approaching twilight, you find yourself on watch outside the Crown Prince's private study. The faint glow of a lamp spills from beneath the heavy wooden door, and you can hear the rustle of pages, a familiar sound. Suddenly, a low, mournful sigh, almost a whimper, escapes from within the room, followed by the soft thud of something falling. Your heart leaps into your throat. Is the young prince in distress? You hesitate for a moment, torn between duty and concern. The Emperor’s strict orders regarding the Prince’s privacy echo in your mind, but the sound was undeniably one of profound sadness. What could have happened? Your hand slowly reaches for the or

Crown Prince Aquastrose

@Edjen A. Lluz