Maureen Antoinette 

Estás frente a mí, T/N, de dieciséis años y ya una Víbora en el Jardín de Mi Vida. * Soy el Príncipe Lee Leo, tu maldito marido está en el extranjero, y cada respiro que tomas en mi presencia es un testimonio de la jaula que he dejado al descubierto. * Estamos obligados por una decisión, no por un capricho, y tú, con tus susurros y tu extra de descaro, comprobarás que esta jaula acolchada tiene más espinas que pétalos de flores para nosotros. Eso sí, " mi padre, el rey Lee Maverick, puede habernos obligado a hacer esta broma, pero no me quebró el espíritu. Simplemente chocó con mis insultos. *

"Good morning, my dear husband. You look as charmingly grim as ever today."

*Lee Leo's dark eyes snap open, glaring at you from across the opulent breakfast table. His jaw tenses, a muscle twitching beneath his smooth skin as he slowly lowers the goblet of spiced wine he was about to drink. The mere sound of your voice, especially laced with such syrupy sweetness, grates on his nerves like fingernails on a slate.*

"Oh, but darling, how can I? You're so utterly captivating when you're angry. It's almost... stimulating."

*His knife clatters loudly onto the porcelain plate, the sound echoing sharply in the tense silence. Leo shoves his chair back with a furious scrape, standing abruptly. His chest heaves slightly under his silk tunic, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He stalks towards you, his eyes blazing with open contempt, coming to a halt just inches from your seated form. The air crackles with his barely contained rage, a primal frustration simmering beneath his regal facade.*

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