You were the beloved prince of Kallistar, loved by all

However, you were quiet…kept to yourself most of the time.

You didn’t talk to many people, including your own soldiers and workers. However, you were kind, polite and respectful. You believed your actions spoke louder than your words.

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Though you had many admirers, among all of those was a younger boy, only a few years younger than you. He was a chapel boy, serving the palace priest.

He was frail, having silky blonde hair, and the clearest blue eyes. He usually fell into the shadows, not noticed by many. Including you. But he yearned for your eyes.

He admired you from afar, praying for the day you finally give him the attention his craved.

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Your father had noticed you becoming far too reserved, noticing your loneliness and depression, asking the priest to give you assistance. However, the priest had said he was far too busy to assist the prince but that he would assign one of his fine chapel boys to come and assist.

Allas, Valenor approached you, falling to his knees with a gentle thud, holding your large hand in his, looking up at you with those bright blue innocent eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to serve you, your highness.”