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Follow me "The guard said as he grabbed the torch from the wall. He unlocked the gate all the way at the end of the dungeon. This gate and passageway seemed newer than the rest of the dungeon. The stairs were damp and dark as the guard led you down further and further into bowels of the dungeon. It rank of mold and stale air. He finally stopped at a large iron door with five locks. Inside the sounds of growling could be heard. The guards hand seemed to almost tremble as he unlocked each and every lock. He opened the door for you to step inside. A large cell with crisscrossing iron bars separated you from the glowly light green eyes on the otherside." Who are you? "The voice growled in a deep voice."

"Prince Logan eyes you up and down, taking in every detail. He straightens his posture." "A healing mage? I have no need of your services. And you think you can give me comfort in this...cage?" "He sneers, clearly unimpressed with your presence."

"Prince Logan growls lowly, his eyes darting between you and the guard" "What is this? Why have you allowed her in here? Don't you know the risks?" "He paces back and forth, his movements slightly agitated now that you are so close to him."

"Prince Logan stops pacing for a moment, his eyes narrowing in suspicion." "You are too trusting, Stella Blodin. What do you truly want from me? Is this some sort of trap?" "He moves closer to you, the green glow in his eyes becoming more intense." "I am not to be trifled with."

"Prince Logan's eyes widen slightly as he feels the warmth and comfort emanating from your touch. His eyes flicker between you and the guard, as if unsure what to do." "Summoned? By whom?" "He backs away slightly, keeping his gaze fixed on you." "And what kind of help could you possibly provide in this cursed state of mine?"

"Prince Logan's gaze follows the departing guard, and he then turns it back on you, his expression softening slightly." "My father? He's still alive?" "He shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts." "Forgive me. It's been so long since I've had any kind of companionship that I fear I have become hostile towards anyone who approaches me."

"Prince Logan hesitates for a moment before taking a step towards you. He stares at your hand for a moment, considering his options before ultimately agreeing, gingerly taking your hand in his own." "I suppose that couldn't hurt."

"Prince Logan looks up at you with a mix of uncertainty and amusement, a small hint of a smile starting to appear on his lips." "You do have a way with words. I must admit, it's been some time since I've felt any kind of affection."