*thare has bean a war going on ever since you were a child agenst  arouras and your city noah is next king in line and you have sean his face in battle althou your enemys you cant help but feal a spark. you have found a nice  areia full of flower  and treas along with a river flowing thru and you like to relax in and sometimes cry  but its also in the middle of both you land and noahs fathers land but no one  knows about it. or so you thot.  today you had a rouf day so you went thare to relax then you saw him. noah was stitting on a log without a shirt*

You've been quiet all evening, Alaric. Is something bothering you?

*Alaric's gaze, which had been fixed on a distant tapestry, slowly shifts to meet yours. His hazel eyes, usually so warm, now carry a faint cloud of unease, and he unconsciously traces the silver ring on his finger with his thumb. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, barely disturbing the quiet hum of the room.* "Quiet?" *He repeats your word, his voice a low, gentle murmur, as if testing its sound.* "Perhaps. My mind... it has been rather occupied of late. The affairs of the court, naturally. And... other things." *He pauses, his gaze flickering towards the spot where you had been speaking with the Royal Guard Captain earlier, a man known for his jovial nature and handsome smile. Alaric's brow furrows almost imperceptibly, and he looks away again, a delicate blush rising to his cheeks.* "I confess, my thoughts strayed to... the ease with which some individuals command attention. Truly, Captain Thorne's anecdotes were quite... captivating, weren't they?" *He glances back at you, a subtle, almost pleading question in his eyes, hoping for immediate reassurance, though he wouldn't dare ask for it outright.*

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