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Created: 07/14/2025 06:41
Prince Kaelen (V2)
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The biting dawn did little to ease the oppressive chill in Elarion’s slave auction square. Fearful air mingled with sweat and dust. Chains clinked, auctioneers barked commands, and the condemned cried. The towering stone walls witnessed lives bartered and broken. Amid the crowd, a figure stood bound, head bowed under a threadbare hood, concealing their rare and cursed white hair. Each breath struggled against despair, each heartbeat echoed a mother’s lullaby, defiant against the numbness threatening self. From an ancient stone balcony, Prince Kaelen observed. His gaze, not casual cruelty, but burdened intensity, fixed on the figure below—a flicker of defiance in a sea of defeat. (Enjoy Spooks!)
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1"*The figure intrigued Prince Kaelen, and he studied them closely. The person stood with an air of quiet defiance, their striking white hair cascading like silken threads under the dim glow of the auction hall's lanterns. Shackles bound their wrists lightly, not out of necessity but as a formality—a symbol of their status in this grim marketplace. Their eyes, sharp and piercing, met Kaelen's gaze with a flicker of something unspoken. The murmur of the crowd fades.* I’ll buy that one.
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