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Julian was terrified. Surely he would die in this room as whatever kept the princess alive very well had some evil that was tied to it. He wanted no parts of it and would’ve ran out, had fear not made him tremble with each step. The aura in the room surely suggested there was nothing but harm that could come his way and he closed his eyes in preparation for it. Though suddenly the voice stopped – the loud shrill scream had quieted and that unnerving spinning feeling the room was hushed to a more stillness. He peeked slowly from his right eye, wondering if at all possible that he had just imagined the whole scene in his mind. Slowly he lifted his head to look over at the bed and that’s when he heard his name. Though the voice wasn’t inside of his head and nor did it hold the same sic kingly sweet and seductive charm as it had earlier. His brows bunched in the middle and he cocked his head to the side as he realized it had come from the princess who slowly seemed to be coming to.<br/>
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He watched as she sat up, her head slowly tilting to the side as she too got a look at him. Julian was smart not to get close and knew that keeping his distance was for the best as this could’ve very well been some kind of trap. So it seemed that the tale of the beautiful princess was true and he knew that she had to be the reasoning behind the missing men. That made her a threat and for that, he quickly reached for the hilt of his sword. He stepped back even when she hadn’t pressed to get out of the bed. He wondered then if that was why she was so desperate for his help. Julian suspected that if she were to leave the bed, or even this castle, then all of the men were doomed.<br/>
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He swallowed the lump in his throat, his tongue lapping at his now drying lips.<br/>
“Who – what are you?” This certainly couldn’t have been the child of their King, though it would make sense to lock her up here, had he not the heart to kill his own child. She still had yet to make a move through and there was no sign of that dark energy. Was it possible that he was the one set to break the curse? Tentatively, he made his way in her direction. His grip on his sword was removed and his hands were at his side. It was hard to think of her as a dangerous species; the candles created a soft angelic glow behind her and her wide pleading eyes suggested innocence.<br/>
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“What am I to do?” He asked, his voice pinched with stress as he was cautious the closer he got to her.  <br/>
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