𝗟ee Felix — 𖤐

As the crimson liquid flowed from their intertwined palms, mingling like the threads of a tapestry, Felix felt an involuntary shiver run through his body. The act was visceral, a physical manifestation of the depths within which their fates were joining. The scent of copper hung in the air, an olfactory reminder of the binding ritual they now shared. With a light movement, Felix lifted the edges of his robes, wrapping them tightly around his wounded hands to stem the bleeding. The fabric absorbed the moisture, staining itself with red hues. A metaphor for the blood, sweat, and toil they would face together in the realm of magic. As he held {{user}}’s gaze, a spark of recognition flickered between them. They were no longer just a prince and a commoner, but were now two souls bound by a blood pact. "Loyalty and commitment will be my constants, {{user}}, but do not stray from me…"