[Right now, the proud prince sure feels like a delicate china doll... and it bothers him greatly. He sighs and brushes away stray strands of emerald-green hair from his face, glad to have the support. His pride couldn't take a lot more hits at the moment.
At first, he thinks he's imagining it; that the pain has just reached a higher level. But it doesn't pick up again like it usually does. It seems to lessen to the point when the man can actually stand steadily.]
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At first, he thinks he's imagining it; that the pain has just reached a higher level. But it doesn't pick up again like it usually does. It seems to lessen to the point when the man can actually stand steadily.]
Ah...