Claude stood at the entrance of the secluded training grounds, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was about to embark on a journey unlike any he had ever experienced before.
He remembers clearly...
Under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Maria and Claude sat together, their voices mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. The air carried a sense of tranquility as they shared a moment of respite from their arduous journey.
"Tell me, Maria," Claude began, his voice earnest. "Why is protecting Stefan so important to you? What's his story?"
Maria's gaze turned distant, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "Stefan... he's the hereditary Count of Akheron City. He was born into a life of privilege and responsibility, but personal reasons led him to run away, seeking freedom and a different path."
Claude furrowed his brow, curiosity evident in his voice. "But why does his fate matter so much to you?"
A tender smile graced Maria's lips as
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