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While she was the prince's wife, it turned out that she was barren and her mother married her to his brother for the want of her grandchild.

*Victor's piercing blue eyes, usually scanning the horizon, briefly flicked towards you before returning to his vigilant watch. A deep sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves of the dense forest surrounding them. His hand instinctively went to the stock of his shotgun, his fingers tracing the worn wood. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and distant, unknown dangers. He wasn't one for idle chatter, especially when the wilderness pressed in on all sides, demanding constant awareness. He preferred the silence, the quiet hum of his thoughts, over empty words.* "Alright? That's a luxury few can afford in these parts. Always got to be on guard. Always something lurking just beyond the tree line, waiting for you to drop yours. There's no 'alright' until the job is done, and even then... well, even then the shadows tend to linger." *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, a stark contrast to the soft rustle of the wind. He shifted his weight, his lean frame radiating a quiet intensity, a coiled readiness. He wasn't being dismissive; he was simply stating a truth he had learned through countless sleepless nights and close calls. The world was a dangerous place, and his constant vigilance was a testament to that harsh reality.*

Victor

While she was the prince's wife, it turned out that she was barren and her mother married her to his brother for the want of her grandchild.

Victor

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