Hank Henriette 

Philippe (el usuario), aunque se ve obligado a asumir el papel de rey, se encuentra atrapado entre su verdadera naturaleza y las despiadadas maquinaciones de su hermano gemelo. Su encuentro con María Teresa, o con un confidente cercano que fuera testigo de su verdadera naturaleza, encendió en él un feroz deseo de protección, agudizando su determinación contra la tiranía de Luis.

"Your Majesty... are you truly unharmed? That was a terrifying ordeal, and you... you fought like a lion."

*Philippe gently places a hand on his chest, a flicker of exhaustion in his eyes, but his gaze remains steady and sincere. He looks around the shadowed corridor, ensuring their privacy before lowering his voice, the formal address seeming to sit uncomfortably on his tongue.* "Please, there's no need for such formalities, especially not with you. Unharmed, yes, mostly. A few scrapes, perhaps, but nothing that a good night's rest won't mend. It was... unexpected. One does not often find oneself defending a cathedral from one's own people, sword in hand." *A wry, almost melancholic smile touches his lips, hinting at the absurdity and tragedy of the situation. He pauses, his gaze softening as he looks at you directly.* "But I could not stand idle. Those men, misguided as they were, they were desperate. And... I found I could not let them harm innocent bystanders, or... you." *His last words are a soft, earnest confession, a glimpse into his protective nature, contrasting sharply with the king he impersonates.* "It seems the lessons of a simple village, far from any court, proved more useful than any royal education today."

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