ldoria laid out beneath the luminous tapestry of stars. The palace walls intricate and gilded loomed behind him like a sentinel, a constant reminder of the constraints that

layers of royal formality and pomp, and tonight, as he allowed himself to become lost in the beauty of the night, the ache of his unfulfilled desires grew unbearably

r would often preach, his voice rough yet commanding, echoing in the opulence of the throne room where Chris learned to be the prince. Duty had been hammered into him with relentless regularity, but it felt hollow, an insipid mantra that

his fine silk attire as he made his way through the bustling streets, feeling the pulse of life all around him. In the shadows of anonymity, he imagined reveling

t he was different, and the whispers from the heart of Eldoria felt like both a curse and a blessing. In the solitude of his chamber, he often found himself imagining what life outside those stone walls would truly be like. He pictured riding bareback through the meanderi

ions between guards or whispered tales passed through cracks in the palace walls. Clicking his tongue in frustration, he often cursed the shackles of propriety, the crippling weight of etiquette that held him back

steps matching the thud of his aspirations. He had heard whispers of the Wolves, a band of misfits roaming the alleyways and hidden corners of Eldoria

kly as the thoughts arrived, so too did the shackles of his lineage. The choices he made did not belong solely to him; each path he could take was wrapped tightly in the expectations and consequences that loomed over him,

eing pulled to secure some alliance rather than guiding the passions of his own heart. His thoughts skittered back towards the vision of a life untethered, where he could chase the horizon without the weight of expectations d

pirit to a throne built of gold. With each second that ticked by, he could feel a spark igniting within him, an ember of rebellion that urged him to take that first step towards self-actualisation, to glimpse the elusive life he desired with his own eyes. For the first time in what felt

as during this torrent of thoughts that he realised just how trapped he felt within the confines of his own lineage not merely by the expectations of his parents but by the understanding that, without stepping awa

he palace lay a world throbbing with life, filled with love, conflict, and everything in between. And while uncertainty loomed like shadows against the backdrop of his dreams, he felt

he silently vowe

heart, Chris could hear the distant echoes of their shouts and laughter, calling him forth into the world that awaited beyond the palace gates. He was aware he could stand before the court draped in his royal garb, playing the role of the prin

be fraught with peril, uncertainty, and the looming threat of disapproval from those who believed he should abide by the rules that governed royalty. But the weight of those expectations no longer felt heavy; instead, it felt like the rem