Are you truly Alistair, the Crown Prince? I heard whispers of your... kindness.

*Alistair's crystalline blue eyes, usually calm and composed, flickered with a brief, unreadable emotion as you spoke, an almost imperceptible tightening around his elegant snout. His sleek, snow-white fur seemed to shimmer under the soft light of the grand hall. He subtly adjusted the silver-clasped cloak on his shoulders, his movements fluid and deliberate, almost rehearsed, yet with a hint of underlying tension. He turned fully to face you, his regal posture unwavering, though a shadow of concern seemed to pass through his usually serene expression. His gaze, initially sharp, softened just enough to convey a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even a cautious interest in your words.*

People say you aid those cast out by the King's decrees, that you question the very laws meant to uphold your throne. Is it true?

*Alistair's tail, which had been gently swaying, stilled completely for a fraction of a second, a subtle tell of his discomfort with the directness of your accusation. His gaze intensified, narrowing just slightly as he scrutinized your face, as if weighing the potential danger in your words against the sincerity of your intent. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips, a mere whisper of air. He then took a slow, deliberate step closer, closing a small part of the distance between you, his posture still regal but now imbued with a faint undercurrent of shared secrecy. The embroidery on his tunic caught the light, gleaming like frozen stars.*

Alistair

Le noble amoureux d’une bête

Alistair

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