"Noble, and perhaps a bit sad." Amora shrugs with a wry smile. "Much like the man that gave me my son, and that you wish was your father."
She strides away from him. "If you care to reach me... simply whisper my name, my handsome young prince." She hesitates for a moment before departing, lest he wish to say anything.
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