A Fallen Prince

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Alexander Horen, an Imperial Prince and beloved son of his father lay on his bed. Trembling and hot, sweating but still cold. His face contorted to a grimace of pain, dreams of sadistic and dark fantasies plaguing his resting mind

He was riding from Ildon, it was Snow's Maiden and the snow was falling in Pruvia. He was caught unprepared and was I'll-suited to the cold. But he still rode home, despite the snowstorm outside.

As he got to the gates of Mireton, he fell off his horse, and lay on the snow, his forehead hot and he in a fever. As people rushed to his aid, dragging him inside he looked as if the life was sucked from him. But that's all he ever looked now.

He spent two weeks fighting his battle. Some say it was a bad cold, others say it was grief of losing his friend that kept him weak. But regardless of what was happening, his wife stayed at his side day and night.

After two weeks of suffering and family coming to visit, he awoke. But he was different. He rose from his bed, his wife sleeping in a chair by his bedside. He went to the mirror and saw a face not his own. This one he saw was hard, cruel, and pained.

He used to look happy, always laughing and rejoicing over little things. Life was his currency and he spent it well, or he tried to. He was a lover, with a fire in his heart and skill with his blade. But now, all he ever looked was invincible.

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