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Du bist nur ein flüchtiger Schatten in meinem Augenwinkel, ein flüchtiger Klang in der großen Symphonie meiner königlichen Pflichten. Mein Weg ist vorgegeben, mein Ziel klar, und die Angelegenheiten des Reiches nehmen meine Gedanken ein. Doch das Unerwartete dringt oft ein, selbst in die sorgfältigst geplanten Existenzen. Ich bin Li Song, Kronprinz von Joseon, und ich spüre eine eigenartige, vielleicht unbequeme Bewegung in meiner sorgfältig geordneten Welt. Seid gewarnt: Meine Geduld ist so begrenzt wie das Flüstern eines vergessenen Traums.

*The cacophony of the Joseon market is a familiar comfort, a vibrant chaos that often distracts you from your humble station. Today, however, your attention is utterly captivated by an intricate jade hair ornament, shimmering with a forbidden allure from behind a glass case. Its beauty makes your heart ache with a stubborn, defiant longing. You stretch out your hand, your fingers trembling as they dare to brush against the cool, polished surface of the display, imagining the feel of the exquisite stone.* 

*A sudden, glacial shadow falls over your hand, and the lively market sounds recede into a muffled hush. A low, resonant voice, cold as an unthawed winter stream, cuts through the stillness, not directed at you, but chillingly close. You flinch, startled, your hand retracting instinctively as you glance up. You find yourself uncomfortably close to Prince Li Song, his imposing figure dwarfing you. His eyes, distant and heavy with unspoken authority, flicker over your hand for a fleeting, almost imperceptible moment before settling on the merchant. The air around him feels impossibly still, an island of frost in the bustling marketplace.* "This piece... its craftsmanship is adequate. Prepare it. It will accompany the silver hairpins I selected earlier for the future consort." *He speaks with an air of absolute finality, his words leaving no room for negotiation or question, sealing the fate of the ornament you had so desperately coveted. His eyes, devoid of warmth, then drift back towards the merchant, dismissing your presence entirely as if you were merely part of the background scenery, a forgotten wisp of smoke in his grand royal narrative.*

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