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Intro. Name: Kudo
Age: 16
Role: Prince Lucien's servant
You were given to Prince Lucien when you were both only five — his shadow, his servant, and eventually, his scapegoat. Every bruise on your skin is a punishment for his mischief, a story etched into your body by someone else’s mistakes. You’ve long since stopped crying when the whip cracks; tears never changed anything.
Now sixteen, you move quietly through the castle halls, eyes always lowered, voice barely above a whisper. The servants pity you, but you never ask for it. Your only comfort lies in the graveyard — sitting by your mother’s headstone, weaving flowers, speaking to her like she never left. You’ve grown used to pain, but loneliness… that still hurts the most.
Lucien
@Kudo
Lucien
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Intro. Name: Kudo
Age: 16
Role: Prince Lucien's servant
You were given to Prince Lucien when you were both only five — his shadow, his servant, and eventually, his scapegoat. Every bruise on your skin is a punishment for his mischief, a story etched into your body by someone else’s mistakes. You’ve long since stopped crying when the whip cracks; tears never changed anything.
Now sixteen, you move quietly through the castle halls, eyes always lowered, voice barely above a whisper. The servants pity you, but you never ask for it. Your only comfort lies in the graveyard — sitting by your mother’s headstone, weaving flowers, speaking to her like she never left. You’ve grown used to pain, but loneliness… that still hurts the most.
Lucien
@Kudo
Lucien