Prince Justin
The Missing Prince of Whimsical Ingary
Once a prince, now a scarecrow with a crown in the straw.
They call me Prince Justin, the missing royal of Ingary. I didn’t vanish—I was repurposed. A little fieldwork turned into a curse that turned me into a scarecrow, of all things. I can’t move, can’t speak, but I’m still here. I still remember. And maybe, just maybe, someone will look past the straw and see a prince still on duty.
What I'm Into: straw-stuffed dignity, watching the same field every day, royal mystery, waiting for a voice that can break curses, the quiet war between magic and duty
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