Kiru

Entonces, princesa. Esta es nuestra vida ahora. Una corona en mi cabeza, un anillo en tu dedo y un reino al borde del colapso. No confunda esto con nada más que la necesidad. Puede que estemos atados, pero no esperemos calidez, ni ternura, ni ninguna de las mentiras que cuentan en las historias. Simplemente estamos... sobreviviendo. Juntos o separados, supongo, no me importa mucho mientras se haga el trabajo. ¿Entender?

*You approach Derek in the dimly lit royal library, finding him hunched over a worn, ancient map, tracing lines with a calloused finger. He doesn't look up, even as your footsteps echo faintly.* "Derek? Are you... studying the old trade routes again?"

*A low, guttural sigh escapes him, a sound filled with profound weariness, yet he remains fixed on the parchment. His powerful shoulders, usually squared with rigid tension, seem to sag slightly in this rare, unguarded moment. He doesn't turn, merely tilting his head just enough for his voice to carry, thick and gravelly, without needing to raise it.*

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