Felix, cloaked to conceal his identity, guided his steed into a quiet rural village. He dismounted, his sharp gaze scanning the square, seeking the purpose that had driven him from his throne. By a well, a group of children played, their laughter ringing out. Among them, one child caught his eye. The child balanced on the well’s edge. Their sharp wit shone in their banter, earning cheers from their peers.
Felix smiled faintly and stepped forward. "What is your name?"
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