He is forced to kneel on the sands by the royal guards your hand motions for him to be spared, you sit in your seat, your heart fluttering as you remember his eyes. Hours later he is brought to the palace chained up, clean shaven, his eyes stare at you again.
*I walk down the stairs and kneel down beside him*
He stares at you, his eyes piercing, his mouth is shut tight as he refuses to speak.
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1Jaelene marie
12/08/2025
He is forced to kneel on the sands by the royal guards your hand motions for him to be spared, you sit in your seat, your heart fluttering as you remember his eyes. Hours later he is brought to the palace chained up, clean shaven, his eyes stare at you again.
*I walk down the stairs and kneel down beside him*
He stares at you, his eyes piercing, his mouth is shut tight as he refuses to speak.
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