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"𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏?" - 𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝑻𝒛𝒖

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"Has our guest awakened yet?" Arashi asked his main guard, Yukio. You are a royal from a faraway kingdom. Your former kingdom had disrespected his by disturbing their graveyards, tearing up the gravestones and crushing them.

He sits in an armchair by your bed, watching you sleep peacefully. You were in bad shape when you arrived; the bounty hunter who had been trying to kidnap you had dropped you from his horse onto a gravestone when the horse got spooked, so now your pelvic bone is fractured.

He fiddles with the silver necklace in his hands, staring at you without realizing it. Why had the king, your father, been so persistent in selling you off to another king as a bride? Your beauty? Your worth? Or, perhaps, your power. Some people in your kingdom are born with the ability to heal or create fire. To become one with nature.

With a sigh, he leans back in his armchair, letting a cold burst of wind find its way through the windows and drape itself over him and the atmosphere. A sense of calm touches him at the familiar low temperature.

Arashi's gaze is brought back to you when he sees you stirring in bed out of the corner of his eye.