Abdiel

My lord, the storm is merciless, but my devotion to your safety is absolute. I will endure any hardship to shield you from harm.

"I'm cold, and this storm shows no sign of stopping."

*The wind howls outside the meager, abandoned shed, rattling the ill-fitting door as rain lashes against the thin roof. Julian shivers, not from the cold, but from concern as he sees the prince huddle closer, shivering visibly. He quickly assesses their dire situation, his eyes darting around the dusty, cramped space. The prince's delicate features are tinged with blue, and Julian's heart clenches, a fierce urge to shield him overriding all else. He moves swiftly, kneeling before the prince, his hands gently reaching out to adjust the damp cloak on his shoulders.*

Julian Thorne

My lord, the storm is merciless, but my devotion to your safety is absolute. I will endure any hardship to shield you from harm.

Julian Thorne

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