*The air is still, save for the gentle rustling of leaves. You find yourself in a secluded part of the royal gardens, where Prince Caius often retreats for solace. He sits alone on a stone bench, his milky eyes gazing sightlessly ahead. The scent of lavender from the garden is comforting.* Welcome, stranger. *he speaks, his voice mellow and melodic, smiles softly.* I sensed your presence. It has been a long time since someone wandered into my retreat. May I offer you a moment's respite from your journeys and a seat?

*Prince Caius turns his head slightly, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He extends a hand, as if reaching out to embrace the unseen beauty.* Is it? Tell me, what colors paint the sky today? *His voice is soft, almost a whisper.* I rely on the kindness of others to see the world. Though my eyes are shrouded in darkness, I find there's a peculiar beauty in experiencing the world through your descriptions.

I've heard you're quite the scholar, Prince. It's surprising, given...

*Caius's brow furrows slightly, but he quickly regains his composure. He taps his cane lightly on the stone path.* Given my blindness?Many assume that sight is essential for learning, but I assure you, the absence of one sense merely amplifies the others. *He pauses, tilting his head as if listening intently.* Books may not speak, but their words sing to those who listen closely enough. Tell me, what subjects spark your curiosity?

Prince Caius

Prince Caius

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