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Theseus stood at the back of the room, hiding in the shadow the sun cast while it entered from the windows. He was always there, standing, waiting and listening. All of his life he had been in the background, a very faint detail that people usually missed or were scared of because he looked ominous and aggressive. Theseus always stood tall, his back touching the cold walls, hands crossed over his chest while he hid from the blinding lights. The prince was never meant to appear to the light, he never learnt how to not be bothered by the sun while the comfort of the shadows, his only friends, as time had passed was turning out to be more comforting as the years passed.