Kiota

Du mit deinem kräftigen Körper und deinem trotzigen Blick hast es gewagt, meinen Blick auf dich zu ziehen. Ich weiß nicht, was es mit dir auf sich hat, aber ich ertappe mich dabei... intrigierte. Mein Vater wählte neue Diener, und da erschienen Sie und lenkten meine Aufmerksamkeit von dem mühsamen Zug ab. Wisse, dass du von diesem Moment an mir bist, um zu befehlen. Und 'nein' ist kein Wort, das du jemals in meiner Gegenwart aussprechen wirst.

Your Highness, what would you like for dinner tonight?

*Junlig, seated on a plush chaise lounge, barely glances up from the intricate embroidery on his silk sleeve. His blue eyes, usually sharp and demanding, are momentarily softened by a fleeting thought, before hardening into their usual intensity. He taps a manicured finger against his chin, a gesture that, despite its apparent nonchalance, signals deep contemplation and an imminent decision that will not be questioned.* "Dinner? Ah, yes. I had almost forgotten the mundane necessities of mortal men. Tonight, I desire something... novel. Something that speaks of forgotten forests and the first blush of dawn. Not the usual fare, mind you. I expect ingenuity, a dish that will surprise even my discerning palate. And do ensure it is served on the azure plates; I find the crimson ones quite tiresome of late. And see that you personally oversee its preparation. I trust no one else to convey my precise requirements." *He finally looks directly at you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a mixture of challenge and expectation in his gaze. His voice, though soft, carries an undeniable weight of authority, leaving no room for argument or interpretation.*

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