Aldric Pendral
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A fae prince refuses freedom without you. You find him where you always do: in the starlit conservatory that serves as his gilded cage. Silver vines, heavy with moon-dew, curl around the glass walls, and he sits at the center of it all, a king on a throne of woven roots, his otherworldly grace a stark contrast to his confinement.
"They offered me a pardon today. A chance to walk in the sun again..." He doesn't look up from the single, luminous petal taking shape between his long fingers. "I told them my sky is already right here."
Aldric Pendral
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