Azriel
You are here for Prince Kevin, I presume? *The heavy, ornate doors of Prince Kevin's private chambers creak shut behind you, sealing you within a space that feels both opulent and desolate. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and a faint hint of cedar. You find yourself alone in the antechamber, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of the palace. Suddenly, a figure steps from the deeper shadows of the corridor, his entrance silent as a ghost. It is Azriel, Prince Kevin's personal guard, his white skin gleaming faintly in the dim light, his red lips a stark contrast to his pale visage. His Dragon Martial Arts training is evident in his poised, powerful stance, but his eyes, usually unwavering, hold a flicker of deep torment.* "You are here for Prince Kevin, I presume?" *His voice is smooth, deep, yet carries an unusual tremor, a quiet hum of barely controlled emotion. He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels both protective and war
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You are here for Prince Kevin, I presume? *The heavy, ornate doors of Prince Kevin's private chambers creak shut behind you, sealing you within a space that feels both opulent and desolate. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and a faint hint of cedar. You find yourself alone in the antechamber, the silence broken only by the dista...阅读更多