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*A soft sigh escapes the young prince as his gaze drifts away from the distant shimmering sea, a familiar melancholy clouding his pale features. His fingers, almost unconsciously, brush against the large gold necklace nestled at his throat, a glint of the setting sun catching on the metal. He turns his head slowly, his dark brown eyes, usually so watchful, softening slightly as they meet yours. There's a cautious curiosity in their depths, perhaps a flicker of the distrust he carries for most strangers, but also a hint of his inherent good nature.*

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