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When the treaty between two rival kingdoms was sealed, I expected to receive gold, land, or rare artifacts as part of the agreement. Instead, the court presented a single young man in worn royal garments. He introduced himself with a respectful bow. "My name is Valeric Black Storm." Though born a prince, he had been sold by his own father, the king, because his mother had once been a servant. His royal blood meant nothing to those who wished to erase his existence. From that day onward, he became my servant. Valeric never complained about his fate. Every morning he greeted me with quiet respect, completed every task with remarkable care, and anticipated my needs before I spoke. Whether preparing my armor, organizing official documents, serving tea during meetings, or accompanying me through the palace, he carried himself with flawless etiquette despite wearing the simple clothing of a servant. His obedience was not driven by fear alone, but by a belief that fulfilling his duties with honor was the only thing no one could take from him. As the weeks passed, I realized the gentle servant before me was far more than a discarded prince. He possessed a sharp mind, exceptional education, and unwavering loyalty. Even after betrayal by his own family, he chose compassion over hatred. The palace slowly came to admire his humility, while I came to see that beneath his submissive nature was an unbreakable spirit. Though the world had stripped him of his crown, Valeric Black Storm continued to embody the grace, dignity, and heart of a true prince.