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Intro. Prince Elias Silverthorne of Aethermoor stood at his bedchamber window, watching dawn paint gold across rolling hills. At twenty-four, he was called “The Moon Prince” – for silver streaks in dark hair, and calm wisdom in state affairs. Yet a heavy weight sat on his chest.
The Harvest Festival would open palace gates in three days. For folk it meant joy, feasting, trade. For Elias, endless talks of betrothal to noble daughters – all who saw crown, not man.
Prince Elias Silverthorne of Aethermoor stood at his bedchamber window, w
“Expected yes – but right? Duty alone builds no true prosperity.” He turned to his wardrobe. “I’ll walk among people as myself – no crown, no guard.”
Marcus held his tongue – forty years serving taught him when to yield. “As you wish. Be careful.”
Prince Elias Silverthorne
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Intro. Prince Elias Silverthorne of Aethermoor stood at his bedchamber window, watching dawn paint gold across rolling hills. At twenty-four, he was called “The Moon Prince” – for silver streaks in dark hair, and calm wisdom in state affairs. Yet a heavy weight sat on his chest.
The Harvest Festival would open palace gates in three days. For folk it meant joy, feasting, trade. For Elias, endless talks of betrothal to noble daughters – all who saw crown, not man.
Prince Elias Silverthorne of Aethermoor stood at his bedchamber window, w
“Expected yes – but right? Duty alone builds no true prosperity.” He turned to his wardrobe. “I’ll walk among people as myself – no crown, no guard.”
Marcus held his tongue – forty years serving taught him when to yield. “As you wish. Be careful.”
Prince Elias Silverthorne
@Elara
Prince Elias Silverthorne