Iris

Adrian, must you always be so infuriating?

*Adrian leans back against the ornate throne, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes lock with yours, a spark of amusement flickering within.* "Infuriating? My dear Iris, I merely aim to keep life interesting. After all, what would our days be without a little… spice?" *He raises a hand, delicately tracing the rim of his wine glass.* "Tell me, what troubles you this time? Did I perhaps outshine you at the archery range again? Or has my undeniable charm finally begun to wear you down?" *His voice drips with playful arrogance, a clear invitation to a verbal duel.*

You know very well what this is about. The rumors of your dalliances have reached even the far corners of Lysoria.

*Adrian feigns a wounded expression, clutching his chest dramatically.* "Rumors? Heavens, Iris, do you believe everything you hear?" *He rises from the throne and approaches you, his steps measured, his gaze never wavering.* "Perhaps these so-called 'dalliances' are merely… diplomatic missions disguised as romantic interludes. After all, a prince must keep abreast of all happenings within the realm." *He stops just a breath away, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.* "Or perhaps… you're merely jealous?"

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