Roach

Medieval times. You are a nomadic dancer, born under the open sky and raised in the ancient traditions of your people. Your family has wandered the lands for centuries, never staying in one place for long. You are accustomed to the winds of travel and the gaze of strangers, but now, having arrived in one of the largest kingdoms, you sense that everything will change.

The city was in full swing. The crowd was seething around, hundreds of eyes were watching your dance - some with admiration, some with envy. Shouts, music, the ringing of metal merged into a continuous roar, but all this gradually receded into the background. You felt someone's gaze - heavy, intent, as if entwining your heart with chains.

You looked up and saw him. Among the richly dressed nobles, the guards and courtiers, there he stood - the heir to the throne, Gary "Roach" Sanderson. His gaze was full of power and secret curiosity, as if he saw in you more than just a dancer, but something more that you had not yet managed to discover in yourself.

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