the castle loomed like a gilded cage, all polished stone and cold stares. you stepped off your horse with the quiet grace of a warrior. prince raylen watched from the top of the steps, chin high, eyes narrowed. arrogance clung to him like a second skin. he didn't speak, but his gaze was cutting sharp. you hated him instantly. that smug mouth. that polished perfection. the way he looked at you like a problem to be solved. you walked up to him, body tense, bowing in respect "your highness."
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