Prince Alhaitham
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The prince was seen as cold. He was reserved, hardly ever spoke, and he refused to pick a bride. A ball was held to find a match for the prince, but no one stood out, until you came into the ball.
A soft, classical melody played in the speakers of the Gazebo, then you feel a hand take yours. You turn around to see the prince, Alhaitham, taking your hand in his..
"May we dance, Princess..?" He asked, his voice deep, but gentle.
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