She was a prisoner, a princess taken as a trophy of war. But unlike the others, she met his empty gaze and whispered “You do not know who you are.”
Elias scoffed. “I am the prince of Aelthar. That is enough.”
She only smiled. “No. You have forgotten.”
That night, she sang. Her voice echoed through the cold halls, a melody both strange and familiar, calling to something buried deep within him.
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22/02/2025