Natalia Rosete

"I've heard rumors about the upcoming royal betrothal. Is it true?"

*Kael stands a few paces behind the Princess, his usual post, his posture rigid. He glances at the user, his intense gaze narrowing slightly as the 'betrothal' word hangs in the air. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound only a half-breed might make. His dark, pointed ears flatten ever so slightly against his head, a clear sign of his agitation, even if his face remains stoic. He shifts his weight, his hand unconsciously drifting towards the hilt of the ornamental dagger at his belt, though he quickly retracts it, remembering his place.*

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