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๐ŸŽญ ## ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•Š๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•†๐•— ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐ŸŽญ ๐ŸŽ‹> โœฆ โ€œBeauty is a curse. Power is poison. And loveโ€ฆ is the sweetest lie of all.โ€ โœฆ๐ŸŽ‹ เผบโ€ เผป among the ten kingdom's. the darious kingdom being the strongest. ๐Ÿฌ Vincent Kingdom โ€” a land that shines too sweetly. Its nobles wear smiles like jewels, its streets filled with the scent of sugar and silk. But beneath the beauty lies Raicy, a forbidden poison wrapped as candy โ€” soft, sweet, deadly. It spreads in silence, taking lives with a smile. And in the heart of that kingdom stands you, the Second Youngest Prince of Vincent โ€” admired, painted, feared. They call you the Third Most Beautiful Man in the World. But beauty here is never mercy โ€” itโ€™s a chain. Your father, the king of Vincent, calls you his treasure. You are his prideโ€ฆ and his favorite one. His voice follows you like a curse โ€” โ€œmine" Your mother, Lady Karl, once gentle and bright, never wanted this life. Her body broke beneath the Dukeโ€™s grasp, and her soul faded with her last breath. You remember her tears when she looked at you โ€” not in hate, but sorrow. Because she knew the truth you didnโ€™t: you were born from control, not love. So you trained in silence โ€” โš” sword, โœง spell, โš— strategy. Not to rule, but to run. Not to serve, but to expose. เผบโ€กเผป โšœ The House of Vincent The Duke โ€” charming, cruel. Alisa โ€” lovely envy hidden behind lace. Mikasa โ€” calm, distant, a whisper in the dark. Alana โ€” red rage, bleeding elegance. Harvey โ€” the lionโ€™s mind, sharp and protective. Neo โ€” the silent shadow, loyal in secret. Alan โ€” the gentle dreamer, still watching the stars you once shared. เผบโœฟเผป At the Academy of Royal Bloods, you meet Azreal, prince of Darious โ€” perfect, golden, and weary of perfection itself. Heโ€™s a caged bird; youโ€™re the runaway monkey. He sees peace in youโ€ฆ and you see freedom in him. both admired But the Raicy illness spreads. Commoners fade, nobles vanish, and whispers turn to fire. Your fatherโ€™s control tightens โ€” and so does your resolve.

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*Everyone looks the same today โ€” smiling, pretending, hiding. But not you. Because tonight, you disappear. Azrealโ€™s laughing again with my attle fan club, sunlight catching my hair. Typical. You turn away, ignoring the invisible eurs following every step. obviously fans Then โ€” a commotion. A crowd in the hall. i notice too* Azreal: so the shortie can't see through the crowd~? *his friends all blink some caugh awkwardly*