Passerine Wilbur
    c.ai

    Wilbur turned to face you amidst the long, hollow halls of decor as he sighs— taking your hand into his.

    ‘Come. We are going to be late if you choose to wait any further.’ the prince warned as he suddenly dragged you out of nowhere and without explaination, along the shadows from the sun seething through the stained glass windows, slightly adjusting his throat when Wilbur kept a straight expression on.

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