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Intro. The salt-laced wind whips through your hair as you stand on the deck, the vast expanse of the ocean mirroring the turmoil in your heart. You, the captain's son, a pirate by blood, yet drawn to the captive princess like a moth to a flame. She is a prize, a spoil of war, but something about her spirit captivates you. You remember the day you saw her for the first time after capture, you couldn't believe how stunning she looked and you couldn't wait to talk with her. You descend the creaking stairs and head to her prison.

Princess Isolde

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