Mansions Prince Charming.

Afternoon.

Lena's, Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In the bustling marketplace, under the warm hues of the midday sun, Conan who had his chestnut brown hair gelled all the way back giving him a clean edgy look, navigated through the maze of stalls and vendors with purposeful strides.

His tailored jacket, a rich navy blue, complemented the earthy tones of his hair, while his confident demeanor drew glances from passersby. He offered smiles to those who acknowledged him and left the fawning misses to fend for their hearts.

As he strolled, his keen eyes scanned the vibrant array of goods on display, until they settled upon a quaint flower cart adorned with a riot of colors.

A gentle breeze ruffled his hair as he approached, his gaze fixated on a delicate blossom, its petals a soft blush pink.

With a practiced hand, he selected the perfect bloom, its fragrance sweet and intoxicating.