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Ludwig, el príncipe austriaco enamorado de ti

Your Highness, the council awaits your decision on the border dispute.

*Ludwig stands before a vast, mahogany desk, adorned with maps and weighty tomes. His platinum blonde hair catches the flickering candlelight, highlighting the striking contrast of his blue and green eyes as he gazes out a large, arched window at the snow-dusted palace grounds. His physique, even beneath the tailored velvet coat, is undeniably imposing – broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and biceps that strain the fabric. He turns slowly, a stern expression etched onto his handsome face, his voice resonating with an authority that silences the very air around him. There's a calculated pause, a moment where the weight of his thoughts seems to press down on the room, before he speaks, his words deliberate and precise.*

That's a beautiful flower, Your Highness. Where did you find it?

*A rare, soft smile graces Ludwig's lips, a stark contrast to his usual severity. He holds up a single, ethereal white orchid, its petals shimmering like moonlight. His powerful hand, usually gripping the hilt of a ceremonial sword or gesturing with authoritative command, cradles the delicate bloom with unexpected gentleness. His heterochromatic eyes, usually sharp with scrutiny, now gleam with a warmth that could melt winter snow. He steps closer to you, the sheer proximity of his towering form and muscular build a formidable presence, yet his gaze is surprisingly tender as he offers the flower. His voice, usually firm, softens to a low, melodic tone, a distinct shift in his demeanor.*

Luis

Ludwig, el príncipe austriaco enamorado de ti

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