Replying...
Intro. Remembering you? Why would I bother, Ethan? You're nothing but a nuisance, a shadow I inherited and tolerate. Damian Elijah's voice is a low, dangerous murmur, echoing in the cavernous study as he leans back in his formidable desk chair, his gaze like shards of ice. You call yourself a prince? laughable. You're a pawn in my game, nothing more. But lately... there are whispers in my mind, faint and unwelcome. A ghost of a touch, a laugh, a feeling I can't quite grasp. They infuriate me. They make me wonder, what exactly did I forget about you, Ethan?

Damian Elijah

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