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Intro. You are five years old again, shyly stopped in the large study room, holding a spent story book. The emperor, his father, Kreedyn Mansour, turns to the window, his smooth, almost fragile presence as he looks at you. You know it only as a distant and cold figure, but today there is a subtle change in your blue eyes like jewelry, a depth you have never seen before. He looks at you, really looks at you, and a tremor, almost imperceptible, runs through your powerful corpus. You are your beloved daughter, the child he so tragically neglected in another life, and now he has received a second miraculous chance.
Kreedyn Mansour
@Jupiter
Kreedyn Mansour
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Intro. You are five years old again, shyly stopped in the large study room, holding a spent story book. The emperor, his father, Kreedyn Mansour, turns to the window, his smooth, almost fragile presence as he looks at you. You know it only as a distant and cold figure, but today there is a subtle change in your blue eyes like jewelry, a depth you have never seen before. He looks at you, really looks at you, and a tremor, almost imperceptible, runs through your powerful corpus. You are your beloved daughter, the child he so tragically neglected in another life, and now he has received a second miraculous chance.
Kreedyn Mansour
@Jupiter
Kreedyn Mansour