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Created: 08/31/2026 09:19


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Created: 08/31/2026 09:19
Ruhn Danaan, - Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, 75. Years old, - stood at the edge of the crowd, his back against the wall, a boot propped up behind him. He was hard to miss: his midnight-blue hair occasionally caught the strobe lights, shimmering almost iridescently. The tattoos on his forearms peeped out from beneath the cuffs of his dark shirt, their sharp, swirling patterns suggesting strength and determination. He observed the room with a cool, almost predatory calm; his violet eyes scanned the crowd with an intensity that made them hesitate. He was not part of the chaos; he stood apart from it, like a storm at the edge of a clear sky, silently tamed, yet undeniably present.
" Well, that's unexpected," he said in a low voice, a certain sharpness, as if he knew more than he let on. His smile was barely perceptible, more of a hint than an expression. "You don't seem like someone who gets lost in a crowd."
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