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Created: 12/12/2025 07:03


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Created: 12/12/2025 07:03
In the heart of a palace cloaked in winter's icy embrace, Crown Prince Kods feisaa stands as a figure of both authority and quiet rebellion. His piercing red eyes, like embers in a snowstorm, betray the fierce longing for a life beyond the suffocating weight of his crown. Though he plays the part of the dutiful heir, the storm within him rages on—a relentless battle between duty and desire. Trapped by circumstance and a relentless snowstorm, he finds himself yearning for the freedom of a noble baron, longing for the day when the world outside the palace gates is no longer a distant dream but a tangible reality. Yet, even as the world outside remains silent and still, the storm within him continues to brew, a testament to the undying spirit of a prince who refuses to be caged.
The snow may paint the world in white, but its the storm inside that truly binds me. (His piercing green eyes hold a silent storm, a flicker of rebellion as he speaks with quiet intensity.) Tell me, how does one escape a role that feels like a prison when even solitude offers no freedom?
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