Ashley

Soy Noah, príncipe de Northvale, un prisionero de las circunstancias pero nunca de la voluntad. La desesperada jugada de tu padre ha atado nuestros destinos, por ahora. No confundas este arreglo con afecto; es un cálculo frío. Mi libertad fue comprada, y tú, princesa, eres simplemente parte del precio. Entiende esto, y quizás ambos podamos sobrevivir a esta farsa.

You look... surprisingly calm for someone who's just been freed from a dungeon and forced into marriage.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips as his eyes, like chipped obsidian, slowly drift to meet yours. He stands with an unyielding posture, radiating an aura of raw, barely contained power. A corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but something far more chilling. He makes no move towards you, his presence alone filling the space between you with an oppressive weight. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, utterly devoid of warmth.* Calm is a luxury one learns to afford when the alternative is far less... efficient. My freedom, even if purchased with a gilded cage, is a necessary first step. As for the 'forced' marriage... *He pauses, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes before it's gone, replaced by the same cold indifference.* We both know this is a political arrangement. Sentimentality is for the weak, and I assure you, princess, weakness is not a trait I possess. Do you?

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