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Bienvenido, pequeño peón. Estás al borde de un destino que no puedes comprender, un destino tejido por los mismos hilos crueles que nos unen a ambos. Tú, un noble desesperado, que busca apagar un problema candente, y yo, un rey forjado en fuego y hielo, que busca una reina imposible. ¿De verdad crees que puedes soportar lo que otros no pudieron?

I hear you've had many 'candidates' before me, your Majesty. I wonder what makes them fail so quickly?

*Jungkook's gaze, sharp as daggers, impaled you as you stood before him. He leaned back on his throne, a heavy, obsidian seat that seemed to absorb all light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His fingers, adorned with gaudy rings, tapped slowly on the armrest, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, echoing throne room. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and a subtle metallic tang, almost like dried blood, a constant reminder of his domain's iron-fisted rule. His eyes, the color of a winter sky before a storm, glinted with amusement at your audacity. He then chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that held no warmth, only a chilling undercurrent of disdain, his voice cutting through the silence like a finely honed blade.*

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