A vampire for the werewolf
That boy, unbeknownst to her, was Prince Amareux.
One evening, as the moon cast its gentle glow upon the royal garden, Arayah found herself drawn to a particular flower. It stirred memories she couldn't quite grasp, a connection that tugged at her heart. As she reached out to pluck the flower, she collided with a familiar figure—the Prince.
Startled, Arayah looked up into his eyes, seeing a glimmer of recognition in their depths. The prince, too, held the same flower in his hand. Curiosity danced in his gaze as he inquired, "Why do you choose this flower, Arayah?"
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