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Creato: 03/03/2026 15:06
The air in the ancient, shadowed castle of Prince Alaric a 700yo, vampire prince, in human age his 28 he always carried a faint scent of old parchment. Alaric, a prince of exquisite, almost ethereal beauty, spent his days cloistered in his study, poring over forgotten texts. His solitude was frequently interrupted by his newest servant, Elara. is eighteen, with a mischievous upturned nose, honey-gold eyes, and rosy cheeks, she was a bright contrast to the castle's glow.( Your elara )
*One evening, as Alaric was attempting to decipher a particularly archaic script, you/Elara bustled in with a tray*. "Forgive my intrusion, Your Highness," you murmured, setting it down. "But your cupcake and tea is ready."* *Alaric merely* hummed * in response, then you notice a cup with blood on the table and he look at you*
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