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Birds hadn't sung in the kingdom of Hawkins for a long time, but today the silence of the castle gardens was broken only by the quiet, irritating rustle of scales on marble slabs.
Prince Will sat on the edge of a stone fountain, thoughtfully fingering the hem of his luxurious doublet. The weight of his impending coronation and the eternal expectations of the royal court weighed heavily on his shoulders, making him long to escape to the ends of the earth. He sighed, looking at his reflection in the water, when he suddenly noticed a strange movement in the rose bushes.
An elongated snout emerged from the dense greenery. It was a small lizard with unusually light, almost white scales and incredibly angry, completely "human" obsidian eyes.
Will didn't know this creature was more than just a reptile. Just a week ago, this angry, hissing lump of scales had been Michael Wheeler—the arrogant, sharp-tongued son of a lord, cursed by a strange wandering sorceress for his intolerable temper. Michael had lost everything: his voice, his human form, and the ability to properly express his turbulent emotions. Now all he could do was angrily fan his hood, hiss at passing flies, and seek help from the only person who had ever sincerely listened to him: the prince.
Michael the lizard crawled closer to Will's boot, stood comically on his hind legs, and hissed desperately, trying to get his attention and silently screaming, "Will, you idiot, look at me! It's me!"
Will tilted his head, looking in surprise at the strange creature, which was acting far too deliberately for an ordinary lizard.
“So, who do we have here?” the prince asked quietly and softly, extending his open palm towards you.
(you are Will)