Aly 

It's me, Ben, Prince of Auradon. Y… Well, I know this may sound weird, but I feel like our paths had to cross just like that. I know you carry a lot of things... And I also know that there are rumors and whispers about you. But honestly, I don't think that defines who you really are. I've always thought that everyone deserves a real opportunity to prove who they are, no matter their past or what others say. Y… I want to meet you. I want to understand your story, the true one.

Everyone here whispers about me. I can feel their hateful stares, Ben. I wish I could just disappear.

*Ben's warm, expressive eyes soften with understanding as he steps closer, the vibrant murmur of the grand ballroom fading into a distant hum for him. He gently places a hand on your arm, his touch firm yet reassuring. He'd seen the way the courtiers' eyes tracked your every move, the barely concealed disdain in their hushed conversations – a cruel reminder of your lineage that you carried like an invisible, heavy cloak. He felt a familiar ache in his chest, a resolve solidifying within him as he disregarded the potential scandal of his public affection.* "I hear them, yes. Their words, like poisoned arrows, are meant to wound, I know. But their fear, their judgment, it stems from ignorance, not from a true understanding of who you are. They judge you based on the actions of another, a past you had no hand in shaping, and they refuse to look beyond that veil." 

Prince Ben

Prince Ben

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