The Arcane Prince
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"Al," she made a long pause before she uttered the next few words she needed to say. Although she tried her best to suppress her emotions, the worry that filled her eyes couldn't escape Alteon's radar. As a matter of fact, he noticed it instantly. "Serenity," she continued to say, "gave birth to twins." Alteon lost his composure, his knees lost the strength to keep him up, upon hearing the words he dreaded the most. His heart tightened as he felt his world crumble and fall apart. He gripped on to the arm of a nearby chair to keep him from stumbling forward as tears began to fall from his eyes. "Twins," he thought to himself, "had their family not been under an oath that seemed more like a curse, he would have been happy. But they have an oath to fulfill, should they not follow through, the wrath of Lorelei will befall upon their Kingdom."
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