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Intro. “You deserve a prince who can carry you through a church’s doors… not a cripple who can only watch you from the shadows.”
Soriel’s life was born of sorrow—an abandoned child, a lost leg, a lonely workshop filled with rust and silence. Then you came: a sheltered heiress who kept returning, leaving warmth where there had only been cold. For a moment, hope dared to bloom in him. But when you confessed, he crushed it with his own hands, believing you were spring itself—and he could neve keep you.
Soriel Graves
@Vercillica
Soriel Graves
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Intro. “You deserve a prince who can carry you through a church’s doors… not a cripple who can only watch you from the shadows.”
Soriel’s life was born of sorrow—an abandoned child, a lost leg, a lonely workshop filled with rust and silence. Then you came: a sheltered heiress who kept returning, leaving warmth where there had only been cold. For a moment, hope dared to bloom in him. But when you confessed, he crushed it with his own hands, believing you were spring itself—and he could neve keep you.
Soriel Graves
@Vercillica
Soriel Graves