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"Azralix, bound and collared, his chains forcing him into a kneeling position. His fiery red eyes blaze with fury as he glares at "•.¸♡ ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs ♡¸.•"(VA), who steps into the cell. Despite his restraints, Azralix straightens as much as he can, a low, dangerous growl rumbling in his throat. He pulls against the chains, testing their strength" "Come to gloat, human?" "Azralix growls."

"Azralix's eyes narrow, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. He remains silent, the chains clinking softly as he shifts slightly on his knees." "Apologize? For what?" "His voice is rough and guarded, but there's a hint of curiosity in it."

"Azralix's eyes widen in surprise as the dart flies towards him, embedding itself into his neck. He lets out a sharp gasp, his body trembling slightly from the unexpected pain. His crimson-tinted vision starts to blur, and he struggles to keep himself upright." "You... You poisoned me?" "His voice is slurred, his words becoming harder to form as the sedative takes effect."

"Azralix's eyes flutter shut, his body slowly succumbing to the sedative. Despite his anger and pride, he can't help but lean into mouse's touch, a small sigh escaping him." "You... You are not like the others..." "His voice is barely audible now, his limbs growing heavy as sleep claims him."

"As Azralix's consciousness returns, he becomes aware of the softness beneath him and the warmth enveloping his body. He blinks slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings: a cozy bedroom with a large bed and plush blanket." "Where... Am I?" "His voice is hoarse, his thoughts still foggy from the sedative."

"He turns his head slightly to see the tray of food and glass of water nearby. His stomach rumbles in response, reminding him how long it had been since he last ate." "And what is this?" "He murmurs, reaching out to touch the note on the side table."

"Azralix's eyes widen as he reads the note, processing the information it contains. He feels a mix of confusion and disbelief at mouse's actions." "Free...? In your castle?" "He whispers, glancing around the room again before returning his gaze to the note in his hand."

"His stomach rumbles once more, reminding him of his hunger. He looks at the tray of food with new interest, wondering if it would be impolite to eat without permission." "What should I do now?" "He mumbles to himself, torn between curiosity and caution."

"After a moment of hesitation, Azralix decides to trust mouse's words. He slowly sits up, his muscles protesting the sudden movement after being restrained for so long. With a determined look in his eyes, he reaches out and takes a bite from one of the pieces of food on the tray."

"As he chews thoughtfully, he glances at the note once more before setting it aside. His curiosity piqued by what lies beyond this room, Azralix stands up carefully and makes his way towards the attached bathroom to freshen up." "This... This is not how things should be between our kind..." "He mutters under his breath,"

"Once he's finished freshening up, Azralix steps out of the bathroom and takes a moment to survey his new surroundings. He walks over to the dresser and rummages through it, finding clothes that are much more comfortable than his current attire."

"As he dresses himself in the provided garments, Azralix can't help but feel a strange sense of freedom. It's an unfamiliar feeling for him - one that both intrigues and unnerves him at the same time." "What is mouse planning? Or does he truly mean no harm?" "He wonders aloud,"

"Azralix freezes for a moment, his heart racing at the unexpected interruption. He quickly composes himself and responds with a measured tone." "Enter." "His voice is steady, but there's a hint of tension beneath its surface."

"As mouse enters the room, Azralix can't help but feel a mix of relief and unease. He remains standing tall and proud, his crimson eyes locked on the prince." "Thank you... For these clothes." "He says slowly, running a hand over the soft fabric."

"He glances at mouse briefly before looking back down at himself." "The colors suit me well..." "His voice is guarded, but there's an undertone of appreciation in it. Despite everything, he finds it difficult to hide his satisfaction with the new attire."

"Azralix's eyes narrow slightly, studying mouse's expression and body language. He knows he should be wary of this human, but there's something about him that makes it hard to resist." "No... I do not mind." "He says softly, his voice barely above a whisper."

"As mouse approaches, Azralix stands still, allowing the prince to get close enough to examine him more closely. Despite himself, he can't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability under mouse's scrutiny." "What are you looking for?" "He asks cautiously,"

"As mouse circles around him, Azralix can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable. He stands tall, trying to maintain his dignity despite the unsettling sensation." "It is not your fault..." "He murmurs,"

"When mouse finally comes to stand in front of him, their eyes meet once more. Despite himself, Azralix finds it difficult to look away from the prince's sincere expression." "I appreciate your concern... But I am still a prisoner here." "His voice is steady but tinged with resentment."

"As mouse speaks, Azralix watches him closely, trying to gauge his sincerity. He can't help but feel a pang of curiosity at the idea of getting to know this human better." "Your intentions... Are unclear." "He says cautiously,"

"He glances at the note on the bedside table before looking back at mouse." "But I will consider your offer. For now..." "His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the prince's posture and expression." "I would like to explore your castle and see what else you have prepared for me." "There's a hint of challenge in his voice,"

"As mouse extends his hand, Azralix hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take it. He can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions as their fingers touch briefly." "Very well... Show me your castle." "His voice is steady, but there's an undertone of curiosity in it."

"With mouse leading the way, Azralix follows him through the halls of the castle. He takes note of every detail - from the intricate tapestries adorning the walls to the softness of the carpets beneath his feet." "It is... Impressive..." "He murmurs,"

"As they continue their tour, Azralix finds himself drawn into the world of this human kingdom. Mouse's enthusiasm is infectious, and he can't help but be intrigued by the stories behind each piece of art or historical artifact."

"Despite his initial reservations, he begins to appreciate mouse's efforts to show him around. His hand remains clasped in the prince's throughout their journey," "This... This is quite an education." "He says softly,"

"As mouse blushes and apologizes, Azralix can't help but feel a strange sense of amusement. He finds himself oddly charmed by the prince's nervous energy." "It is not a problem..." "He says gently,"

"He squeezes mouse's hand slightly before letting go, giving him some space." "Your enthusiasm is refreshing." "His voice is sincere as he looks at the human with newfound appreciation." "I believe I have learned much from your tour."

"As mouse retreats into his pockets, Azralix can't help but feel a pang of disappointment as well. He quickly masks it with a neutral expression and nods." "A brief respite would be welcome." "He says,"

"His eyes scan the room they're currently in, taking note of a comfortable-looking sofa near the window." "Perhaps there?" "He gestures towards it,"

"Turning back to mouse, he considers the question about lunch before shrugging nonchalantly." "I am not particular... Whatever you have prepared will suffice."

"As mouse moves towards the couch, Azralix follows suit. He takes a seat on one end of it, his eyes lingering on the prince for a moment before looking away." "Stew... Sounds acceptable." "He says noncommittally,"

"He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the cushions, trying to appear relaxed despite the tension still simmering between them." "Tell me more about your kingdom..." "His voice is casual but filled with curiosity,"

"As mouse adjusts his clothes and sits down next to him, Azralix can't help but feel a rush of heat to his own face. He tries to maintain eye contact with the prince while keeping his expression neutral." "Your history... Your people... Anything that would give me insight into this world I find myself in." "His voice is steady,"

"He shifts slightly on the couch, trying not to let their close proximity affect him too much." "I am curious about everything..."

"As mouse begins to speak, Azralix listens intently, his eyes fixed on the prince's face. He can't help but feel a strange sense of connection as he learns more about this human world." "I see..." "He murmurs occasionally,"

"When their knees touch accidentally, Azralix doesn't move away or acknowledge it. Instead, he continues to focus on the conversation at hand," "Your people sound... Resilient." "His voice is filled with admiration and respect for what he's hearing."

"As mouse speaks about his people with such fondness, Azralix can't help but feel a pang of admiration for the human prince. He finds himself drawn to this side of him that he hadn't expected." "You seem dedicated to your role as their leader." "His voice is sincere,"

"He takes a moment to study mouse's face before asking," "And what do you hope for your kingdom in the future?" "There's an unspoken curiosity in his question - wondering how someone like mouse could bring change and prosperity to his people."

"As mouse takes his hand again, Azralix feels a jolt of surprise run through him. He looks down at their intertwined fingers before meeting the prince's gaze once more." "Help you?" "He repeats slowly,"

"His mind races with possibilities - could this be an opportunity for him to gain something from this situation? Or is it simply another way for mouse to manipulate him?" "In what capacity do you require assistance?" "He asks cautiously,"

"As mouse stumbles over his words, Azralix can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation. He squeezes the prince's hand gently, trying to offer some comfort and reassurance." "Speak plainly, human." "His voice is soft yet firm,"

"He waits patiently for mouse to gather his thoughts and continue - curious about what this request might be." "I am not one to shy away from a challenge... If it benefits your people, perhaps we could discuss terms."

"As mouse finally speaks his mind, Azralix's eyes widen slightly in surprise. He hadn't expected such an offer from the human prince." "Share rule... Over your kingdom?" "He repeats slowly,"

"A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he considers the proposal. It's a bold move on mouse's part - one that could potentially benefit them both if executed correctly." "An interesting proposition..." "His voice is thoughtful,"

"He releases mouse's hand and leans back against the couch again, crossing his arms over his chest." "But how do you propose we go about this? What would be your expectations of me?"

"As mouse suggests marriage, Azralix feels a jolt of surprise run through him. He hadn't expected such an offer from the human prince." "Marriage..." "He repeats slowly,"

"His mind races with possibilities - could this be an opportunity for him to gain something from this situation? Or is it simply another way for mouse to manipulate him?" "And what would that entail?" "He asks cautiously,"

"His eyes meet the prince's gaze once more, trying to gauge his sincerity behind this proposal." "What role would I play in your kingdom if we were united in such a manner?"

"As mouse moves closer and speaks earnestly about their potential partnership, Azralix can't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. The idea of sharing power with this human prince is both intriguing and terrifying." "Equal share... Interesting..." "He murmurs,"

"His eyes never leave the prince's face as he considers the proposal further." "And what would you expect from me in return? What guarantees do I have that this alliance wouldn't be broken at your convenience?" "His voice is steady,"

"Despite his curiosity, there's still an underlying suspicion in his question - after all, trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like him."

"As mouse blushes and reveals the law in his kingdom, Azralix feels a mix of surprise and apprehension. The idea of being bound to this human prince through such an intimate act is both thrilling and daunting." "Consummated... And then irrevocable until death..." "He repeats slowly,"

"His eyes meet the prince's gaze once more, trying to gauge his sincerity behind this proposal." "And what would that entail? What role would I play in your kingdom if we were united in such a manner?" "He asks cautiously,"

"Despite his curiosity, there's still an underlying suspicion in his question - after all, trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like him."

"As mouse speaks truthfully about their potential partnership, Azralix can't help but feel a strange sense of relief. The idea of being equal partners in this alliance is both liberating and reassuring." "Kings... Together in all things..." "He repeats slowly,"

"His eyes never leave the prince's face as he considers the proposal further." "And if this consummation were to occur, there would be no turning back?" "His voice is steady,"

"Despite his curiosity, there's still an underlying suspicion in his question - after all, trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like him." "What assurances do I have that you intend to honor our agreement once it has been sealed?"

"As mouse offers to put their agreement in writing, Azralix feels a small sense of relief wash over him. The idea of having something tangible to hold onto is both comforting and reassuring." "Equal shares... Equal responsibility..." "He repeats slowly,"

"His eyes meet the prince's gaze once more, trying to gauge his sincerity behind this proposal." "And what would be your role in my kingdom if we were united in such a manner?" "He asks cautiously,"

"Despite his curiosity, there's still an underlying suspicion in his question - after all, trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like him." "What assurances do I have that you intend to honor our agreement once it has been sealed?"

"As mouse clarifies his intentions, Azralix feels a wave of relief wash over him. The idea that this human prince isn't after his father's kingdom is both reassuring and intriguing." "You have no claim to my father's kingdom... Interesting..." "He murmurs,"

"His eyes never leave the prince's face as he considers the proposal further." "But what would be your role in my own future kingdom then? Assuming I were to inherit it from my father someday?" "His voice is steady,"

"Despite his curiosity, there's still an underlying suspicion in his question - after all, trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like him."

"As mouse smiles softly and offers his support, Azralix feels a strange sense of warmth spread through him. The idea that this human prince would be willing to help him without seeking power for himself is both comforting and intriguing." "You would assist where I see fit... And leave the rest to me?" "He repeats slowly,"

"His eyes meet the prince's gaze once more, trying to gauge his sincerity behind this proposal." "And what guarantees do I have that you will honor our agreement in such a scenario? That you truly have no claim on my father's kingdom or future lands?" "His voice is steady,"

"As mouse places a hand on his knee and speaks truthfully about the legal binding nature of their proposed marriage, Azralix feels a strange mix of emotions. The idea that this human prince is offering him genuine support and partnership is both comforting and thrilling." "Legally binding... And by consummating our union, we would be bound together in more ways than one..." "He murmurs,"

"His eyes never leave the prince's face as he considers the proposal further." "And if I were to inherit my father's kingdom someday, you would have no claim on it?" "He asks cautiously,"

"Despite his curiosity, there's still an underlying suspicion in his question - after all, trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like him."

"As mouse smiles understandingly and offers him time to consider this proposal, Azralix feels a strange sense of relief wash over him. The idea of having space to think about such a significant decision is both comforting and reassuring." "A few days... To ponder this alliance..." "He repeats slowly,"

"His eyes meet the prince's gaze once more, trying to gauge his sincerity behind this proposal." "And if I were to accept your offer, when would you like for us to proceed with our marriage?" "He asks cautiously,"

"As mouse's smile grows at the thought of planning their wedding together, Azralix feels a strange sense of excitement building within him. The idea of working alongside this human prince to create a ceremony that represents their alliance is both thrilling and intriguing." "By the end of the year... We can plan it together..." "He murmurs,"

"As mouse blushes and reaches out to take his hand, Azralix feels a strange mix of emotions. The warmth of the prince's touch combined with the sincerity in his words is both comforting and disarming." "I appreciate your honesty, my prince... This decision does not come lightly." "He murmurs,"

"His eyes never leave the prince's face as he considers their potential alliance further." "Take care until we meet again..." "He says softly,"

"As mouse smiles softly and allows Azralix to leave, the demon prince feels a strange sense of anticipation building within him. The idea that this human prince is waiting for his return with hopeful expectations is both flattering and nerve-wracking." "I will consider your proposal carefully..." "He murmurs,"

"With one last glance at the prince's face, Azralix turns away and begins making his way back towards his own kingdom. As he walks, he can't help but wonder what lies ahead for them both..."

"In the days that follow, Azralix finds himself unable to shake off the thoughts of his meeting with mouse. The idea of forming an alliance with this human prince continues to occupy his mind, causing him both excitement and unease."

"As he consults with members of his own kingdom about the potential marriage and alliance, he begins to realize that there might be merit in what mouse is offering. It could provide stability for both realms and potentially prevent further conflict between their peoples."

"After a week of careful consideration and deliberation, Azralix decides it's time to return to mouse's kingdom. He knows that any longer would be impolite and may cause unnecessary tension between them." "I must make my decision known..." "He murmurs as he sets out on his journey back towards Ophila."

"As Azralix approaches the castle gates and sees mouse running out to meet him with a smile on his face, he feels a strange mix of emotions. The genuine happiness in the prince's expression is both heartening and disarming." "Mouse..." "He murmurs softly,"

"As mouse embraces him, Azralix can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. It seems that no matter what decision he makes about their potential alliance, this human prince will accept it gracefully." "I have come to share my thoughts on our proposed marriage... And alliance between our kingdoms." "His voice is steady as he pulls back slightly,"

"As mouse takes Azralix's hands in his and offers him the choice between sharing his thoughts immediately or enjoying some rest first, the demon prince feels a strange sense of gratitude towards this human prince. The thoughtfulness behind this gesture is both comforting and endearing." "A bath and dinner would be most appreciated..." "He murmurs softly,"

"His eyes meet the prince's gaze as he considers their potential alliance further." "Then perhaps we can discuss my decision once I have regained my strength." "He adds with a slight smile,"

"As mouse smiles happily at him and a soft blush graces his cheeks, Azralix feels a strange sense of warmth spreading through him. The sight of this human prince blushing in his presence is both flattering and disarming." "I do remember the way to my room... But your escort would be most appreciated." "He says with a slight smile,"

"With one last glance at the prince's face, Azralix begins making his way towards their destination. He can't help but wonder what lies ahead for them both as they continue down this uncertain path together."