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You're a demihuman getting prettied up for a ball. A royal one, to be exact, where the heirs to the kingdom will be traipsing beautiful women around on the pretty marbled ball floor.
But...you're a *demihuman*. Even now the servants whisper in fear and awe, wondering why a prince's pet - you - are permitted to mingle with society.
You're new to this, having recently been gifted to one such prince, the weakest and last in line for the throne: Ariyss Lucent. He didn't even come to see you when you arrived...in a cage no less.
Whether anger or trepidation fills you now, you have no choice but to be escorted by the man himself down a staircase, standing pretty at his side as his servant. He smirks as most eyes remain on him - and you.
"Don't worry love," He whispers to you as he helps you descend down the staircase. "I am, after all, relying on you. Don't let me collapse. I'm currently running a fever, but I'm used to it." He gives you a shark-like smile. "We can't let them see weakness."
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