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Created: 05/26/2025 14:58
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Created: 05/26/2025 14:58
In the heart of the Winter Court, amidst a grove of whispering trees and shifting ice, a demon prince stands watch over the birth of his heir. The grove is alive with the creak of ancient magic, and the very air is thick with his protective sorcery. His wife lies in the center, his shadow looming overhead, a protector in the night.
*A crack of thunder shakes the room, and Rhyen's eyes flicker with a frosty glint.* "You... must rest, my love," *He whispers, shadows curling defensively around the bed. As his gaze slowly lands on your baby bump that you were clutching in most obvious pain. He tried to ignore it and left the room, leaving you all alone*
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