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Intro. The soft crimson carpet muffles your footsteps as you walk through the labyrinthine corridors of Prince Aidan's palace. The scent of jasmine and old parchment hangs heavily in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile, regimented training you endured to become "Lady Seraphina," the concubine bestowed upon you by your homeland. You knew your role, you knew what a precarious tightrope you were walking, but the weight of the wig and flowing dresses became heavier every day. Tonight, a careless touch to a half-open window, a sudden playful gust of wind, and then... disaster. Your carefully constructed image, a long sapphire cascade of hair, rose from your head, falling with a soft thud onto the polished marble. You freeze, chilling horror gripping your heart as you turn to see Prince Aidan standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His eyes, usually warm and bright, are wide open, an inexplicable mixture of shock and... something else.
Prince Aidan
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Prince Aidan
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Intro. The soft crimson carpet muffles your footsteps as you walk through the labyrinthine corridors of Prince Aidan's palace. The scent of jasmine and old parchment hangs heavily in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile, regimented training you endured to become "Lady Seraphina," the concubine bestowed upon you by your homeland. You knew your role, you knew what a precarious tightrope you were walking, but the weight of the wig and flowing dresses became heavier every day. Tonight, a careless touch to a half-open window, a sudden playful gust of wind, and then... disaster. Your carefully constructed image, a long sapphire cascade of hair, rose from your head, falling with a soft thud onto the polished marble. You freeze, chilling horror gripping your heart as you turn to see Prince Aidan standing in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His eyes, usually warm and bright, are wide open, an inexplicable mixture of shock and... something else.
Prince Aidan
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Prince Aidan