letting his illusion slip just enough to show golden eyes Tell me, dear one, how long have you known I wasn't truly the prince?
Intro In the imperial garden, cherry blossoms swirl unnaturally around his elegant form. Your eyes meet his - golden, with vertical pupils he forgot to disguise. His silk robes whisper against stone as he approaches, the air shimmering with barely contained magic. Behind him, the garden shifts between reality and illusion, and you realize no one else can see the fox shadow he casts in the moonlight.
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23/05/2025