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He watched as her lithe digits reached out toward him, sensually waving with the same curvature of a snake. Her words spun and chimed against his ears like a wind chime caught in the most gentlest winds. Julian could find himself falling into her advances and yet somehow he still managed to maintain his distance. What's he was suggesting was every man's dream of course: to be beckoned into the warm embrace of her soft bosom. His hands suddenly tingled at the tips, curious to the feel of the outline of her body if he were to run them along her sides. This wasn't a reality though no matter how <i>real </i>it was. Julian had to recognize the reality that many men had died by giving into their temptations. There was something afoot – a curse he could spot anywhere, but he was unsure whether after all these years it <i>could </i>be broken. Perhaps that was the actual fairytale. <br/>
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The flames of the lanterns waved with an invisible wind, causing shaky shadows to fill the room. His brows bunched in the middle as his eyes rounded at the presence of something to which could not be explained by anything other than dark magic. His hand again returned to the hilt of his sword before releasing the sword. With his two feet set apart, Julian began to slowly back toward the door. <br/>
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"Fucking hell," he grunted as the princess fell back harshly against the pillows, her body twisting with convulsions. His eyes were transfixed on her face, keeping him from moving any quicker; Julian watched in a horror as flickering of the dark spirit and the princess passed by quickly, one from the other. He watched the blackened veins pulsing uncontrollably, her mouth poised in a stressed snarl as hisses passed through her teeth. Never a religious man, Julian suddenly felt he need to calm upon someone – anyone for protection. He found himself pressed against the door now. Paralyzed with fear or possibly just shocked. In any sense, he wasn't moving any time soon. The freaking walls and floorboards cracked and clacked until they came into their final place. All was quiet, even the bed as it settled on all four legs. <br/>
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Leaning on tip toe, Julian tried to get a look at the woman, wondering if she had died. There was nothing but silence, not a single stir until she heard the quick ruffling of the sheets. The princess sprung upward once more and this time Julian was not hesitant in ailing his sword at her. It was curiosity that made to hard for him to leave. He'd been the one to finally learn the truth of the woman in the tower – a truth not many lived to tell. <br/>
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Despite the light airy tone of her voice, he could sense that she was more afraid of him than reverse. Julian lowered his sword and again kept his distance. He couldn't be too sure this wasn't some kind of trick. Though the fear displayed on the princess' face was too pinched with pain to be fake. The more she spoke, the more this take became uncovered, taking on a new story entirely. There had been rumors of course, stories here and there, but it was hard to actually believe that your King could ever trade his own flesh and blood for anything in the world. <br/>
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He watched the bumbling blinds turn from fear to anger to – well desperate in a matter of minutes before he realized she had absolutely no clue what was going on – what had been going on in the many years of her absence. Slowly he placed his sword away, walking toward her with his hands up to show he meant no harm. He swallowed thickly, his silence haunting him with dry lips and an equally dry throat. <br/>
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"Octavia – Princess – " Julian was unsure whether to kneel or not. She was still a royal of course and he found himself moving to bended knee. He tipped his head before slowly looking up to meet his wild gaze. He reached up to brush back the rebellious dark curls. "I think it's you who doesn't understand." He tried to choose his words carefully, knowing the possibility of further stressing her out. He sighed out and came to a stand before walking over to her. "Prince Albert has been dead for at least three years." He was sure that would fill her with a sense of relief. Though her father very much still reigned. Unfortunately, Julian doubted he wanted anything to do with her. He cracked a chuckle, "My apologies Princess but judging by your surroundings," he looked around and still neared her until he reached the side of the bed, able to see her much clearer up close. "but something tells me the King has no intentions of being bothered." He pursed his lips, noting that maybe he wasn't as sensitive with his approach as he meant to be. "What do you last remember? Where were you?" Julian's face softened with concern.</div></span>