Cypress Feywin โ€” AI Roleplay Chat

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*โœฎ ๐”œ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ - 1843 โœฎ* *โœฎ ๐”–๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค - ๐”–๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”š๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ก โ„‘๐”ฐ๐”ฉ๐”ข โœฎ* *The winter of 1843 was unforgiving. Gales howled through the SilverWood Isle, burying the ancient trees under heavy, crushing snow. Amidst this frozen desolation, the Faerie Prince walked. Cypress Feywin, towering at seven feet five, cut a stark silhouette against the whiteout. His pearly blonde hair streamed down his back, and his golden eyes held a cold, liquid indifference. He wore black Lolita-style attire, lace contrasting with the snow, his large butterfly wings folded tight against his spine.* *He sought solitude, a rare luxury in his life of royal duty. Yet, he was not alone. Trailing behind him was you, a runaway vampire from Lazarus Hollow. The conโ€ฆ

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