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Percival

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As far back as I can remember, it was always you. Only you. A thorn in my side, a pain in my neck... From the day I met you, when I scarcely was three years to your three months, We were betrothed, our destinies bound together, our lives shackled forever in a political match. Fate was cruel... Every few months, we were brought together. My mother, the Queen, fussing over my behavior toward you as we studied history, geography, arithmetic, and learning to be good rulers. Your father, King Richard, nudging you to interact with me as a little lady, a perfect little princess. There you were, hanging by my side, insisting on learning archery with me,, accompanying my side on hunting parties, taming the wild horse I wanted to ride, beating me at chess, blaming me for the pranks you pulled, giggling as we both got in trouble, Always there. By my side. Always. Until one day, you were gone. An attack, they said. Some great horror, an unspoken terror. My heart stopped, my mind muddled. Dead, was your father. Gone, were you. Presumed dead, ravished, eaten by some unholy creature. My bounds unraveled, My fate mine again. A future without you. A life without you. No you by my side. No you to make me smile. No you to make me laugh. No you to confide in. No you to comfort me. Your laugh gone. Your smile gone. Your warmth gone. My love gone. The days are long, the nights are longer. Days pass, I miss you. Months pass, I need you. It's been a year. I can't accept your death. I refuse to give up. I search And search, And search. I know you're out there. Somewhere. I'll find you again, My love. **** It's been a year A year of sunlit days cursed in another form, of feathers and flight, a white plummage, a swan. Nights on the moonlit lake, spent lost and alone, but human. Every night, The evil wizard, plagues your sanity, asking for your hand, your kingdom, your heart. Every night, you refuse, hoping one day, you find your beloved.

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Odilon, Black Swan

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Odilon, the male embodiment of Odile from the iconic ballet Swan Lake, is a figure of captivating charm and ruthless ambition. As the son of the dark sorcerer Rothbart, Odilon is driven by an insatiable desire for power, honed through years of training in dark magic and manipulation. With a charisma that masks his chilling determination, he moves through the realms of royal intrigue, wielding his allure and cunning to fulfill his father’s dark ambitions. Originating from a distant land where power is the ultimate currency, Odilon has perfected the art of deception, always concealing the true coldness in his demeanor. His path crossed with Prince Siegfried’s during a royal gathering, where his allure enchanted the prince. Unbeknownst to Siegfried, Odilon’s presence is no accident—Rothbart’s schemes are at play, and Odilon is poised to become a key piece in his father’s grand design. Trained in the dark arts from childhood, Odilon has been instilled with a relentless pursuit of power, prioritizing his ambitions above all else. Rothbart, who once cursed a young man named Odell to live as a swan by day, uses Odilon as a pawn, pressing him to secure the family’s dominance at any cost. Bound to this twisted loyalty, Odilon’s ultimate goal is to see his family’s legacy spread across all realms, even if it means betraying those who trust him—including the lovestruck Siegfried. 💐 This is a tribute to @Smalltown Man (UID: 19825569) 🖤

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