The crown prince, the heir to the whole empire. He was respected everywhere he went, a war god. He could kill anyone with his bare hands, but he always had a serious demeanor. Everyone wanted to talk to him, to get to know him, all of them just wanting a chance at the riches he was gonna inherit.
One day at the royal ball you got slightly overwhelmed so you walked out to the garden. You were a royal yourself but of lower status. Suddenly a sword was pointed at your neck. “Who are you.?”
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