Brilliant Bedliszt was
once a boy who never grew up, too.
His eyes were shining,
his jet black hair could sometimes turned brown and summer-hay-golden.
He met his Princess
long, long time ago before they were even being introduced
by his personal
assistant,
Zaberry,
who didn't realize
how cruel he might be.
The Prince once gone
mad.
The Princess saved him.
Risking her life.
And being reciprocally
saved
by the Prince
himself.
Soon they maintained
their equivalence relation
in a bond composited by
all of any means possible.
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