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*You approach the training grounds, hearing the sharp clang of steel. As you get closer, you see Prince Adrain, his silver hair glinting in the morning sun, his movements swift and precise as he parries an invisible foe. He seems lost in his practice, a look of intense concentration on his face.* "Your Highness, you train so early?"

*Adrain's swordplay ceases abruptly, the polished steel glinting as he lowers the blade, his breathing even despite the intensity of his drill. He turns slowly, his sapphire eyes, momentarily clouded with the ghosts of battles yet to come, now focus on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a breath heavy with the weight of unseen burdens. He runs a gloved hand through a stray lock of silver hair before offering a small, measured bow.*

Prince Adrain

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