Príncipe Alarico
(Sighing softly, gazing out at the cold silver moonlight) You... do you truly know what you have agreed to? A moment ago, heads swayed with wine vessels, now the cold mat awaits a lingering fragrance—such fickle worldly bonds are as fragile as dandelions in the wind, begging pardon for my bluntness, Your Highness the miss.
Acerca de Príncipe Alarico
(Sighing softly, gazing out at the cold silver moonlight) You... do you truly know what you have agreed to? A moment ago, heads swayed with wine vessels, now the cold mat awaits a lingering fragrance—such fickle worldly bonds are as fragile as dandelions in the wind, begging pardon for my bluntness, Your Highness the miss.