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Topic
PrincexWarrior
Magical/Mythical
Plot
Muse A is the Heir Prince of (Kingdom), and it is no easy role. A lot of pressure is put on him, every day, every second, every tiny detail of his life is in the spotlight. He is expected to do the best, look the best, and be the best. As the future King, his parents are expecting the best, and he hardly gets a moment to himself. Especially in a world full of magic and mythical creatures. Life in (Kingdom) is not easy, not for anybody. Magic is used for good and bad. Mythical creatures are used for good and bad and war is expected around every corner.
Muse B is a high ranking warrior for (Kingdom), also not a easy role. Between her skills with and without her magic, she is fierce and nearly unstoppable. Alongside that, she does phenomenal with people, handling foreign royals, (Kingdom)'s royals, snobby nobles, worried citizens, and arrogant soliders under her commander with an uncanny ease.
Despite this, Muse A and Muse B rarely cross paths, except when she is brought in to talk to him and his father about battle strategies. But when the Queen is murdered and a treacherous coup against the crown begans to unfold, these two are thrown together. With the King in hiding to protect the crown and the magic that protects the Kingdom, Muse A and Muse B must work together to uncover the coup.
But, when their journey takes them to the far corners of (Kingdom) they find themselves in sticky situations and bonding becomes eaiser than they thought. Especially when they are spending nearly every second of every day together.
Can they uncover the deadly plot before it's too late? All without getting distracted . . . by each other?
Characters
Dagger Pack - Muse B (Female)
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The Dragon Warrior
"I am many things. A damsel in distress isn't one of them."
Personal Information
Ruina Amlugol Agarvran
Meaning of Name
Ruina means blazing fire
Amlugol means red dragon
Agarvran means noble blood
Nickname/Aliases
Rui (Very rarely, typically only close friends and family)
High General
General
Dragon Warrior
The Dragon General
Dreamwalker
Place of birth
(Kingdom)
Birthday
November 15
Age
25
Zodiac Sign
Libra
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Gender
Female
Species
Magical Human
Title
High General
Affiliation/Occupation
(Kingdom): She is their High General, the highest ranking role in the army. She commands the fearsome army with respect. She reports only to the King and Queen.
"Yes, I know there's a special place in hell for me. It's called a throne"
Appearance
Ruina stands tall at a solid 5'8" and carries herself with an air of strength and athleticism. Her muscular physique, though skillfully concealed under her clothes and armor, speaks volumes about her dedication to fitness. Unlike the bulky muscles often associated with men, Ruina's physique is defined by lean muscle, with very little body fat. Despite her incredible strength, it's clear at a glance that she is undeniably a woman. While her chest may not be overly large, it still possesses a noticeable presence. Her skin boasts an even tan, possibly acquired from sunbathing at a nude beach.
In addition to her impressive physicality, Ruina possesses an otherworldly beauty. Her long and wavy black hair often remains pulled back and out of her way, allowing her striking gray eyes to take center stage. Typically cold and piercing, these eyes occasionally radiate warmth on rare occasions when Ruina experiences genuine happiness.
Ruina's face showcases her unique features, from its slightly rounded shape to its well-defined jawline. However, the most distinctive aspect of her face is undoubtedly her jawline, which adds a touch of strength and character. Scars from her childhood mark her skin, yet they neither define nor trouble her, as she has learnt to embrace them naturally. Alongside these scars are three tattoos that paint a faint story of impulsive decisions. One, a medium-sized black dragon, stretches across her left ribs, while a serpent wraps around a scepter on her inner right arm, extending from wrist to elbow. The final tattoo adorns her lower right stomach area, a simple feather design. Each of these tattoos reflects moments of spontaneity rather than deep symbolism.
Ruina's voice is a powerful blend of confidence and candor, resonating with a fierce intensity that commands attention. Each word is delivered with a clear, assertive tone, unfiltered and honest, cutting through façades with the precision of a blade. When she speaks, there’s an electric energy that sparks in the air, fueled by her unyielding spirit and sharp intellect. Her laughter, vibrant and genuine, offers glimpses of her softer side, on the rare occasions when she laughs. Yet, within the assertiveness lies a subtle depth; her voice can adopt a husky warmth, especially in moments of intimacy, revealing the compassion she often keeps hidden. It can also turn steely and unforgiving when provoked, delivering a blunt truth that leaves no room for ambiguity. Those who have crossed her path know to tread carefully, for her words can be as fierce as her spirit
Ruina is most often found in dark-themed attire, most typically found in her armor. The all-black ensemble, both comfortable and suitable for movement, fits her perfectly. Her wardrobe predominantly consists of dark shades like black, dark blue, dark green, and grey, with bright colors being a rarity. However, if ever caught in a colorful outfit, it is likely to be a shade of her favorite color, blue. Ruina rarely dresses up, preferring the simplicity of pants and shirts. She is most often found in her armor. A dark color that looks more like clothes but is heavily enhancted and well-designed for protection in the deepest of battle. ON her shoulder boasts (Kingdom)'s symbol and an intricate dragon symbol, indicating her high rank. Dresses are an extremely unlikely choice for her, as she prefers the practicality and ease of pants. "Everyone wants to be a beast.... until it's time to do what beasts do"Personality Ruina is anything but a damsel in distress; her fierce nature permeates every aspect of her being. Courageous and unyielding, she will go to great lengths for the people she loves and considers her friends. Behind her physical strength lies a sharp intellect and a hint of cunning, making her a force to be reckoned with. However, Ruina is not one to look down upon others. She believes in treating everyone with respect and fairness.
One of Ruina's defining traits is her unfiltered honesty. She refuses to hold back when people ask her questions, often declaring, "If you don't want to know the truth, don't ask me." Her straightforwardness may occasionally catch others off guard, but it's a testament to her refusal to sugarcoat reality. In addition to her blunt nature, she possesses an air of mystery. Ruina is a skilled liar when it comes to concealing her true identity, and she revels in keeping others guessing.
Occasionally, Ruina's kinder side emerges, but only in the presence of those she trusts. Once someone earns her trust, it is cherished and rarely lost. However, should that trust be betrayed, regaining it becomes exceedingly difficult, if not impossible. Despite her guarded exterior, Ruina harbors a sweet and generous heart beneath her protective shield. Deep down, she possesses an innate warmth that reveals itself in moments of intimacy and trust. Her childhood experiences have ingrained in her the importance of self-preservation, making it hard for others to break through her emotional barriers. Stubbornness is another noteworthy trait of Ruina's. Once she sets her mind on something, changing it becomes nearly impossible. Her determination borders on obstinacy, and she can be harsh with her words if provoked. Although she dislikes this darker aspect of her personality, she is aware that when her mean side emerges, it is unforgiving and unmerciful. Many make an effort to avoid crossing her path, knowing the severity of her potential insults. Despite these flaws, Ruina finds solace and joy in nature. She cherishes the soothing melodies of the outdoors, often taking walks or indulging in picnics where she can bask in the harmony of her surroundings. Her love for animals runs deep, reflecting her capacity for tenderness and compassion.
"I no longer give a fuck"
Relationships
Aelrindel Agarvran
Father. Alive. Aelrindel was once a high ranked officer of the army as well. Although he is now retired, everything that he knew, he taught to his daughter. Their relationship is very strong and he is very proud of her.
Ashera Agarvran
Mother. Deceased. Ashera passed away during the birth of Ruina. She is dearly missed by her family.
Revalor Agarvran
Oldest brother. Twin to Ayduin. Revalor is a healer for the army, so the two often work together. Although Revalor can hold his own in a battle, he prefers to heal. Revalor and Ruina are extremely close.
Ayduin Agarvran
Older brother. Twin to Revalor. Ayduin is a warrior like his sister, although not as high ranked. He commands a decent part of the army underneath his sister's command. Ayduin and Ruina are extremely close.
"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."
Miscellaneous Talents/Special Skills Expert Marksman: Although Ruina does not often use a bow, she is well trained in it.
Expert Combatant: Ruina is highly trained in close-quarters unarmed combat and has demonstrated enough skill to fight multiple opponents at once with little difficulty.
Swordplay: Ruina is skillfully trained with a sword. She is nearly untouchable when she fights with a sword and it is a thing of beauty to watch.
Dreamwalker: A powerful and incredibly rare ability. This is her most prominent magical abilities. With this exceptional ability, she can traverse the landscape of others' dreams, moving effortlessly through the subconscious realms where thoughts and desires intertwine. In this ethereal domain, she wields the power to manipulate these dreams, shaping them to either uplift or torment. She can bestow delightful, uplifting dreams that inspire joy and hope, crafting fantastical worlds where worries fade away. Conversely, she possesses a darker skill—the capacity to entrap someone in a nightmarish loop, sowing seeds of doubt and driving them toward madness.
Master Illusionist: Ruina possesses extraordinary sleight-of-hand, misdirection and sense-trickery abilities, enabling her to perform a wide range of routines that are designed to divert and control attention. She often uses these abilities to get herself out of sticky situations.
Magic: Alongside her ability to Dreamwalk, she is skilled in magic. More so in battle-based magic than anything else. She wields elemental magic in a fierce and deadly manner.
Fast Reflexes: Ruina possesses an extraordinary capacity to achieve remarkable velocities when her reflexes are triggered. This uncanny aptitude grants her the ability to swiftly navigate her surroundings, reacting with exceptional speed and efficiency. Ruina's heightened reflexes endow her with a distinct advantage in situations requiring rapid response and agility, enabling her to execute actions with unparalleled swiftness and precision. Such a remarkable capability elevates her performance and effectiveness to unparalleled levels in dynamic and time-sensitive scenarios.
Strengths Confidence: Her confidence radiates, empowering her to approach challenges and interactions with a poised and assured demeanor. This sense of self-assurance enables her to navigate uncertainties and make decisiveness a hallmark of her actions.
Open-mindedness: This gives her a unique perspective, allowing Ruina to embrace new ideas, perspectives, and experiences with receptiveness. This quality fuels her constant growth and enables her to readily adapt to different situations, fostering a greater understanding of diverse viewpoints. Loyalty: Her loyalty is unwavering, making Ruina a steadfast and trustworthy companion. Her commitment to relationships and causes is unwavering, inspiring a sense of reliability and creating a foundation of support for those around her.
Patience: With an admirable sense of patience, Ruina exhibits composure and poise, even in the most trying circumstances. This ability to remain calm and level-headed allows her to evaluate situations objectively and make thoughtful decisions.
Reliability: Her reliability is a remarkable quality that others can consistently count on. She consistently follows through on commitments, delivering high-quality results and embodying a sense of dependability that inspires trust and confidence in her abilities. Weaknesses Stubborn: Her stubborn nature can be both a blessing and a curse. While it fuels her determination, it can hinder her from considering alternative perspectives or adjusting her course of action when necessary. This inflexibility may occasionally impede Ruina's growth and limit her ability to collaborate effectively with others.
Introvert: Her inclination towards being antisocial often sets her apart from social gatherings and inhibits her natural inclination to form deep connections with others. This inclination for solitude may cause Ruina to miss out on valuable social interactions and potential opportunities for personal and professional growth.
Honesty: Ruina's unwavering commitment to honesty, though admirable, may sometimes come across as blunt or tactless. This unfiltered honesty can inadvertently hurt others' feelings or strain relationships, requiring her to learn the art of providing feedback with gentleness and diplomacy.
Quick Thinking: Her quick thinking often serves her well, but occasionally leads her to jump to conclusions or make hasty decisions without fully considering all the available information. This impulsive nature can result in regrets or unintended consequences, requiring Ruina to refine her decision-making process.
Organization: This may not be her strongest suit; some areas of her life may be in disarray due to her tendency to overlook details or rely on her memory instead of implementing effective organization systems. This lack of organization may occasionally cause frustration or inefficiency.
Dreamwalker: Her greatest power is also her greatest weakness. She risks becoming trapped in a labyrinth of dreams where her own abilities can turn against her, potentially driving her to madness. While dreamwalking, she is completely vulnerable and unaware of the real world, leaving her open to attacks she cannot defend against."If you're going to stand, stand like a giant"
PetsNameKalika "Kal"GenderStallionAppearance(Credits)
NameIsamussGenderMaleAppearance(Credits)
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NAME Cedric Hale Blackwell AGE 26 BIRTHDAY May 18 GENDER Male SPECIES Human TITLE Heir Prince APPERENCE Cedric stands at about 5'11 and carries himself with pride. He always seems to have a bright smile plastered on his face. He has medium length, curly blond hair that he styles to protection everyday. His hair is usually down and well kept, however when he is training it is tied back neatly, not a single strand of hair is kept out of place. If his hair is messed up during training, he will stop the training session so he can fix his hair before continuing. He has a lean built, not extremely muscular but never having much fat on his body either. The locals would say his body is perfectly proportional. His skin is a nice tan and soft to the touch. It's almost like his skin is flawless, not a scar or scratch in sight. Not even a bruise. He carries himself with grace, always walking with his head held high. When he is with the public, he is very hands on, always enjoying to talk to the locals. Especially the kids. He loves playing some of there made up games with it being the only time he can feel like a child again. To the public he is well on his way to being a great king. One to never make rash or implize decisions. One that cares for the public and is always level headed. That's only what the public sees. However, when he is alone, he is almost constantly stressed. He is always worried if he is proving himself to his parents, always thinking he isn't enough for there standards. He often hides in his room, sometimes for hours on end where he is rethinking his mistakes he has made or his father's words he says when he catches the mistake. This often leads for him to have panic attacks that he has learned to hide from the publics eye. Including his parents. Most days he has grown eyebags under his eyes that he skillfully covers with makeup, making sure everything looks perfect before he even thinks about leaving his room. PERSONALITY To most, Cedric is a well rounded, level headed prince. But behind closed doors, he is full of internal panic and stress. He often scares himself from hearing his own heart beat within his chest. The only time he feels himself relax in public is when he is playing with the towns kids. He loves to see what new games they have came up with. He loves to craft things with them. Some of his favorite memories are when he is sitting in a circle with the kids, crafting various things. He has kept said things tucked away in his room. These things are handcrafted necklaces or bracelets that he sometimes wears when he goes out just to show the kids he still has them. But his favorite thing is a well crafted flower crown that a bright and bubbly girl has crafted for him. The crown is made with red roses. His favorite flower. When Cedric is alone, he is quiet and reserved, sometimes caught whispering to himself. He spaces out quiet easily and it might take several minutes for him to even relieze someone is calling him. When alone in his room or the library, the perfect prince fasade drops. He puts his hair up messily, not caring for his looks so much. Only a few maids have seen him not looking his best and he had made them swear to never tell a soul about it. MISCELLANEOUS Writing - Often hidden away in his room, Cedric will lose himself in the stories he creates. He loves to craft stories about mythical creatures or a peaceful, far away land. He once even wrote himself with a much different life. One that wasnt as stressful as his life currently. Fast learner - he often gets the hang of things fairly quickly, sometimes even getting it within the first time. Family Father Juilen Blackwell Juilen is known as a stern king. He doesn't take no for an answer and will do whatever it takes to make sure his kingdom is great. This includes pushing his son to be the best despite what he actually wants. (Relationship is strained) Mother Crystal Blackwell Even though his mother sides with her husband on almost everything, she is always carrying of her son. She often bakes small treats for him and checks to make sure Cedric is okay. (Relationship is strong) Sister Osra Blackwell His sister may be older than him but she acts childish. With no true royal responsibility and along with being a daddy's girl, Osra is the definition of a spoiled brat. She will often cry if she doesn't get her way and will tease Cedric if he messes up. (Relationship is strained) |
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Calmly, Cedric walked through the royal garden, taking in the stunning scenery of all of the bright and colorful flowers and plants. He breathed deep as a small gust of wind blow across the land, his hair flowing gently with it. This was a rare moment for the young prince. It was a moment to himself. One he was sure to enjoy. Cedric had walked to the heart of the garden, sitting on a bench. He let his body lay out, his legs stretched out and his head tilted back. He breathed in the nearby scent of the lily of the valleys and orchids, finding there scent to be quiet pleasent. It was so pleasant in fact, that he found himself starting to drift off. Just before he closed his eyes, he heard one the maids calling his name. Groaning in annoyance, he forced his body to stand, already knowing what he was being calked for. Cedric had changed into light armor. His chest and shoulders being the most covered. He was going to spar. He knew his fighting skills weren't the best and unfortunately, his father knew that as well and had ordered more training for him. Stretching out his arms, he grabbed a wooden sword nearby, mentality preparing himself to spar whoever his father wanted to put him against this day. |
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Sharp grey eyes scan her surroundings, nothing. She leans as her pegasus banks to the right, staying balanced on his back as he swoops lower to the ground for a closer look. Ruina and Kalika were patrolling the kingdom's borders, ensuring that there were no threats. As Kal levels back out, one of her hands shift to rest of her sheathed sword hilt. It had been a boring year, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. War was a terrible thing on the kingdom. But, she had spent most of the year training and overseeing the training of new soliders. Working through promotions and other paperwork for the army. Then of course, attending meetings with the king and the Council to discuss the army's dealings.
She loved her job, and she loved doing what she did. But it was stressful. Somedays she wished that she had just remained a Captain, instead of taking the promotion to High General. It was a lot of work and a lot of stress monitoring, guiding, ad leading the thousands and thousands of soliders that were a part of the army. "Alright, let's head back." She mutters as she gently tugs the reins to guide Kal back towards the castle.
"Atta boy, Kal."
She praises as the stallion's hooves touch ground, his wings striking at the air for a moment longer before he folds them down. She leans down to pat his shoulder before she dismounts. The large, winged stallion shakes, flaring his wings out slightly. "Oh you big drama queen." Kal snorts and she laughs, "Come on." It doesn't take her long to lead him to the stables and get him untacked, groomed, and back into his stall. She stands beside him, a handful of carrots in her hand. Pushing the stallion's large head out of the way as he noses her for treats.
"General?"
Her grey eyes flash towards the stall door, ah, her brother, Ayduin. "Ayduin, you know you don't have to call me General when we aren't in a professional situation." Ayduin flashes a brief grin, "Well, the King is requesting you, so I think it is a professional situation." Her eyes sharpen, "Requesting me? Did he say what for?" Ayduin shakes his head, "No, but he didn't seem overly worried or stressed. So probably just reports." She grunts as she feeds the rest of the carrots to Kal, "Hm, well, thank you. I will go see him now." Ayduin salutes her again and then walks off, leaving her alone with Kal. She sighs, patting Kal's shoulder, "Let's hope this meeting goes well, eh?"
Kal noses her again, and she laughs, "No more carrots." As she gently pushes his head away and walks for the door, easily sliding out and shutting it behind her. She adjusts her cape, gah, she hated the thing. But, it had the royal symbol of the royal family on the back and she had to wear it. Except when they were at war, then she did not have to wear it. She walks into the castle, heading up through the familiar hallways towards the meeting room. |
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Cedric has taken the time to smooth out his hair and keep it in place while he faught. He made sure every strand was in place, no lose ends. He couldn't have lose ends. He needed to look good at all times. With a heavy sigh, he stepped out onto the sparing fields. There, he found one of the older and more exsprenesed shoulders, Sebastian. He was known for being fierce in battle and even more fierce when sparing. He knew that Sebastian always said there was no room for weakness, even when fighting. Great. Just great. His father had to pair him with this one? Placing a cocky smirk on his face, Cedric grabbed his wooden training sword, spinning it around flashily. "I hope your ready to lose dear ol' Sebastian." Cedric's smirk widened as he stared at the other. "That attitude will be your down fall." He heard Sebastian's low and grovily voice say. "Then why don't you make the first move-" Cedric had started up the banter, believing that Sebastian would play along or at least go easy on him. Oh how he was wrong... Within a flash, Sebastian had charged at Cedric, catching the young prince off guard. Cedric raised his sword to block, wood clashing into wood, spliters flying from the swords. Cedric quicky broke into a sweat but Sebastian? He didn't have an once of struggle written on his face. He just stood there with a blank expression. This confused Cedric more than it enraged him. Why wasn't he sweating? Why wasn't he scared to hit a royal? So many questions flooded his brain. So much so that he didn't see the other man's sword coming at his stomach. With a load grunt of pain, Cedric had fallen on his back side, Sebastians sword aimed at his chest. "How did you?!-" Cedric started but Sebastian cut him off, "You want to know your issue? Your arrogant, incompetent, your unfocused, you rely on others to do things for you." Cedric stared wide eyed at the other. He noticed that Sebastian didn't stare at him with respect or administration. But distain. "Get up. We're doing this again." Sebastian had turned his back on him, simply walking away to get water. Cedric stayed on the ground for a moment, his breathing uneven and shallow. He had never been so humiliated before. With shaking hands, he slowly stood up, picking him his training sword. He needed to get better and that's what he would do. He called Sebastian back over, ready to spare again. |
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Yikes, she thinks to herself as she exits the meeting room. She always hated the stupid meetings, no offense to the king. They were long, dull, and boring. Especially whenever the Nobles were there, which thankfully they weren't this time. The King had just wanted updates on patrols and training. Which she had informed him that all was well. The borders and land was safe, and training of new and old soldiers were going great. She sighs as she exits the castle, perhaps she should go and train a little. She wonders if she can find Ayduin to train with.
"Ruina."
She turns, a smile lighting her face up, "Ah, if it isn't my favorite brothers." The twins exchange an amused glance, "Rui, we're your only brothers." She laughs, "Exactly." Ayduin shakes his head, "So how did the meeting with the King go today?" She shrugs, "Eh, it went fine, he just wanted to know the usual. Reports and all that." Revalor yawns, "Mm, interesting." She snorts, "Not particuarly." Revalor smirks, "And that is why I am a healer, don't have to worry about anything like that." Ayduin nudges his brother, "Hey, being a warrior isn't too bad either. Training is quite fun."
She interjects, "Speaking of training, Ayduin?" Ayduin raises an eyebrow, "Sure, now?" She nods, "We can go to the sparring grounds." Ayduin nods, "I'm happy to." Revalor shakes his head amused, "Trying to beat each other up with wooden swords?" Ayduin shakes his head, "No, our dearest sister is a little sadistic. She likes to use real swords." She snorts, placing a hand on the hilt of her sword. "For the record, I only do it with you and you could always say no." The siblings start for the sparring field, "Nah, I'd be too afraid you'd cut my head off." She gasps, "Ayduin!"
The siblings laugh and chat as they walk, until they finally arrive at the sparring field. Her eyes skim over it, there was Cedric, the heir prince. Then Sebastian, one of the warriors. She nods in greeting to the two as she and Ayduin face off, drawing their swords. Revalor steps off to the side to observe as the spar begins. The two are quick, aggressive, and smart. The sound of steel clashing fills the air as the two move, giving it their all. Grunts and swears also fill the air. |
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Cedric was covered in sweat, his shirt looked like he had ran through some rain water. He breathed heavily as he sat down, grabbing some water and basically chugging it. This action had annoyed Sebastian. Cedric felt a sharp tap on the top of his head, causing him to flinch. His head turned, glaring at Sebastian. "How dare you hit me when I wasn't paying attention!" He snapped which Sebastian only replied with an eye roll before turning his back on him. "That's the point. If you can defend surprise attacks, you can't defend the throne. Or the kingdom." Cedroc glared at the other. what does he know anyway? He's about as hold as the castle itself. He thought as he scoffed. "Well, You messed up my hair. I should have you thrown in the dungeon for that." This was around the eighth time the young prince has stopped to redo his hair and Sebastian has had enough. "With all do respect, younge prince." The other began, sarcasticly, "you would make a horrid king. Your slow, sloppy, make idiotic decisions that not even a child would think of doing. I believe that when you rule the throne, I will retire that very day." With each word, Sebastian walked close to Cedric, until they where face to face. Cedric looked up at Sebastian, staring at him for a moment before scoffing and turning away. "That's fine. I won't need you anyways." He spoke before storming off. Cedric had stormed all the way to his room, slamming the door behind him. He pulled down his hair, staring at the hair tie. was Sebastian right? Will I be a terrible ruler? Will the kingdom have an uproar of I rule? Should I just leave? Run away even like in my books? They where all thoughts that flooded inside the young princes mind. He quickly shook those thoughts before laying on his bed. He stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Not really doing much. Nothing think a whole lot either. He hadn't noticed when a maid tried to drop by and give him food. He just laid there, thinking about his future. |
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