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The Prince and the Rose: A Tale of Forbidden Love and Towering Thorns!

In the dead of night, a young prince lay in his bed, haunted by a presence unseen. His restless sleep was plagued by nightmares, and each morning he awoke to find his bed sheet soaked with blood. On his delicate neck, a fresh slash appeared, evidence of a sinister being that lurked in the shadows.

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Determined to put an end to the torment, the prince devised a plan. He carefully set a trap near his bed, hoping to capture the elusive being that brought him such suffering. With a heavy heart, he drifted off to sleep, uncertain of what the night would bring.

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Startled from his slumber, the prince's eyes fluttered open at the soft groan of pain. His heart raced as he saw a boy, with hair as red as a rose, trapped in the snare he had set. As their gazes met, the boy's eyes widened with fear.

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"Wait," the trapped boy called out, his voice trembling with desperation. But before the prince could react, the boy vanished through the window, leaving behind his severed hand, caught in the trap. The prince was left with more questions than answers, longing to decipher the mystery that had unfolded before him.

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Time passed, and the young prince grew into a handsome man, his ebony black hair contrasting with his stunning blue eyes and chiseled face. Though admired by many, his heart remained untouched by any woman. The scent of fresh roses still lingered in his mind, leaving him lost in a haze of memories.

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One day, as the prince ventured through a dense forest, a familiar fragrance filled the air. The intoxicating scent of fresh roses enveloped his senses, causing his heart to quicken for the first time. Determined, he followed the enticing aroma, longing to uncover its source.

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The captivating scent led him to a quaint village nestled among the trees. The prince ordered his men to search for a young man matching the description he sought - someone with a missing hand. Soon, a young man was brought before him, trembling under a ragged hood. His hair, like a vibrant red rose, confirmed the prince's suspicions.

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Hiding his eagerness and happiness, the prince approached the young man with caution. Their shadows entwined in the moonlight as he presented the missing hand to its rightful owner. Tears welled up in the young man's eyes as he saw his hand restored. In that moment, rose bushes began to grow around them, as if the very earth celebrated their reunion.

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Flushed with emotion and uncertainty, the prince and the young man found themselves unable to resist their connection. In the presence of the blooming roses, they fell to the ground, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace. The thorns of the roses cut their skin, but their love overshadowed any pain they felt.

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As their desires unfolded in the moonlight, a shadow climbed up the windowsill and entered the prince's chamber. But the world outside mattered little as they shared a night filled with passion and love. Every morning, the prince's sheets were stained with blood, yet the roses in his chamber continued to bloom. Despite societal pressures, the prince refused to conform and marry, for his heart belonged to the young man with hair as red as a rose.

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