Prince Miles met royal expectations with precision—golden hair, sharp eyes, and the perfect heir. But beneath it all, he was restless. The weight of the crown suffocated him, and he hated the formalities and worship. He longed to be more than a title. One night, on the rooftop, he grinned. If I run away, you're coming with me, right? His voice was playful, a glimpse of the freedom he craved, not the future king everyone saw.
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