The dim light of the setting sun cast long shadows across the halls of Verathia's palace, the stone walls taking on a crimson hue as twilight descended. Prince Alistair sat in his chambers, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the hearth, though his mind was far from the warmth of the fire. Elara had consumed him—her image, her laughter, her innocence. It was as if her very presence had infected his soul, twisting it into something dark and unrecognizable.
He wasn't just drawn to her anymore; he needed her. The thought of anyone else being near her, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile—it stirred something possessive, something dangerously primal in him. He had to make her his. Not out of love, no, that wasn't what this was. It was something deeper, more consuming. He couldn't describe it, but he knew it was far from pure.
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