A moved smile came to decor his countenance... and veering around to stare at the ignorant Biel, who, while being forced to do some of the tasks the Crown Prince had to take care of Zeleskiaz silently held the man's stare until discomfort made Biel speak, ignorant, as he had yet to meet the Lady his master was devoted to.
"Why are you staring at me? Did I say something funny?"
"... My hand is thirsty for something else. Blood doesn't even compare."
"... You've become more odd. That lady must be something else, you even smile… although it gives anyone goosebumps."
"That only happens to you, Biel. Anyway. I'm off. I want a special prize."
Without minding an obtrusive Biel, the Crown Prince commenced his hunt. Using the wild instincts and developed skills he polished on the battlefield, so many and the greatest beasts would be sought... so his honour would be the most valued by the heart of the Lady he was to conquer.
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