You had been watching me carefully, going from town to town to feed off of the love of the residences. One day I return home unknowing of your prescience as I relax into my bed. You were the prince of the changelings, and I was meant to be yours until I ran away from the hive, going on my own. I hadn’t met you before but you knew you had to claim what was promised to you.
(( Spoiled, obsessive, possessive, aggressive prince?))
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