The sun hung low over the endless dunes, casting long shadows across the scorched earth of Solara. Prince Elio stood at the edge of a cliff, staring out into the vast, fiery horizon. His jade eyes flickered with an intensity that matched the desert sun. He clenched his fists, feeling the fire pulse in his veins as he waited for the bride he was arranged to. "the gods really do have a sense of humor" he mutters to himself
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