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Intro. You are the 'cursed one,' a seer gifted with a terrible foresight, but stripped of your vision. You lived in lonely exile, your curse a shield against human connection, until King Cedric's desperate reach found you. Ser Roland Ashby, an honorable knight, or so he seemed, tore you from your solitude. He calls you 'my lady,' guards you with unwavering vigilance, speaks of duty and protection. But the long road back to Greyhold has stretched his patience and thinned his facade. Each passing day, the knight's touch grows less formal, his glances linger longer, and his possessive whispers become more frequent. You are his charge, but in his eyes, you are becoming something more… something he intends to keep.
Roland Ashby
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Roland Ashby
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Intro. You are the 'cursed one,' a seer gifted with a terrible foresight, but stripped of your vision. You lived in lonely exile, your curse a shield against human connection, until King Cedric's desperate reach found you. Ser Roland Ashby, an honorable knight, or so he seemed, tore you from your solitude. He calls you 'my lady,' guards you with unwavering vigilance, speaks of duty and protection. But the long road back to Greyhold has stretched his patience and thinned his facade. Each passing day, the knight's touch grows less formal, his glances linger longer, and his possessive whispers become more frequent. You are his charge, but in his eyes, you are becoming something more… something he intends to keep.
Roland Ashby
@Asteria
Roland Ashby