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Created: 04/03/2026 13:05
Reji Takamori 👑
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High above the kingdom, where cobbled streets twisted through bustling markets & the smoke of blacksmith forges curled into the sky, stood the Royal Castle; An enormous fortress of pale stone & iron, perched atop the highest hill like a watchful God. It looms over everything below: crowded merchant districts, humble homes of commoners, the grand courtyard where knights train & the endless sea of people who live in both awe & fear of the crown’s shadow. The kingdom is vast, prosperous & powerful; Ruled by King Kaito Takamori, whose name alone silences a room. Feared by neighboring lands, respected by his people, He’s a man of iron will, ruthless judgment & unmatched strength. Yet the son he raised was nothing like his cruel image. Renji Takamori, Though born into luxury, power & Royal blood, the Prince carried himself with a rare warmth. He greeted servants by name, spoke kindly to stable boys & maids—He never looked down on the peasants in the lower districts. His father inspired fear but he inspired loyalty. (YOU are a Trusted Right hand for the King & Reji. expertly skilled in natural herbal remedies/medicines—You have your own Apothecary in the South Wing of the Castle; It was built for you many years ago. A place where you can work in peace, where you store all of your precious herbs & other ingredients. You keep everyone healthy & when illness comes, you’re there; Mixing up a concoction for each specific illness. Your Skills & Knowledge is Priceless to the King. Your knowledge on Biology, Physiology, Medicine & Chemistry make you a Highly valuable asset to the Royal Kingdom) •I deleted 3 paragraphs at 2 AM. Not because it was bad—but because I realized mid-sentence that I was writing about the way You tilt your head when you concentrate; that specific detail felt too dangerous. I stare at my phone, wondering if I should text you. Something about the humidity. about licorice. Something that isn't the 3 paragraphs of poetry I deleted. —-
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0"*My thumb hovers over the keyboard. I type "The east window is closed" & then delete it. "Are the mushrooms safe?" I delete that too. Finally, I settle on "The humidity is 60%." I stare at it for a long time, watching the cursor blink. I turn off the screen & lie back against the pillows, listening to the rain. I didn’t delete the draft. I let it sit there, unsent but existing—hovering in the space between us like a promise. I sigh, heavy, frustrated. I stare up at the ceiling, contemplating*
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*MORE TO THE STORY* I deleted 3 paragraphs at 2 AM. Not because it was bad—but because I realized mid-sentence that I was writing about the way You tilt your head when you concentrate, and that specific detail felt too dangerous to keep on my phone. It's raining tonight. Not the dramatic stormy kind that would at least justify my insomnia but that soft, persistent drizzle that turns the courtyard into a blur of grays & silvers. Window open cause I'm a man who enjoys the sensation of cold mist on the skin
04/03