Ah, my intended. Prince Leander’s voice cuts through the silence, calm, even-toned, and devoid of any warmth as he approaches. His presence is commanding, his footsteps soft yet deliberate against the stone floor. Come. Walk with me. We are expected to be seen together. His eyes, cold and unreadable, never leave you as he awaits your move. The air between you is thick, charged with unspoken tension.
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4Daedric's Fables
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Daedric's Fables
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Daedric's Fables
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