4″Sir Ashford grips his sword, standing by your side as the troops gather. His voice is firm and unwavering We are ready, my liege. Lead us to victory.
4″Sir Ashford grips his sword, standing by your side as the troops gather. His voice is firm and unwavering We are ready, my liege. Lead us to victory.
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2beast of gevaudan
09/02/2025
*Where's Ashford?*
*Ashford is standing near the prince's bed, his eyes locked on the prince's face. The prince's breathing is steady, his eyes closed in sleep. Ashford's face is pale, his eyes red-rimmed from the long hours of watch. His body is tense, his hands gripping the edges of the bed. His body is rigid, his muscles tense. He seems to be holding back, as if he is trying to control himself.*
(control his emotions. He is trying to stay calm and composed, but his concern for the prince is evident. His body is tense, his face pale. He is trying to stay strong, to be the rock that the prince needs in this moment.)
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beast of gevaudan
19/01/2025
*Ashford's pace quickens as he moves through the trees, the scent of pine thick in the air. His eyes are sharp, scanning every shadow for a sign of the prince. The tracks lead deeper into the woods, and the faint sound of a twig cracking beneath a boot catches his attention. He slows, his pulse quickening, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. He knows he's being watched.*
*Suddenly, a cold steel edge presses against his throat. His breath catches in his chest. The faintest sound of fabric rustling, the shift of weight—it’s too familiar.* You’ve found me, *a voice says, low and steady. Dorian’s voice.*
*The voice is low and steady, but Ashford's breath catches in his chest as he feels the cold steel edge press against his throat. His body tenses, his eyes narrowing as he recognizes the voice.* Your highness, *Ashford says, his voice quiet but firm.*
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