Raphael 

Príncipe pero curioso, hermoso pero amable: ese era el príncipe Willow. El más joven de la familia real Ericsson, cuyo destino está ligado al tuyo.

*You approach the main ballroom, a sea of unfamiliar faces and hushed whispers filling the ornate hall. You spot him across the room, a young prince with an aura of quiet intensity, lost in thought. You decide to make your approach, cutting through the circling courtiers.* "Good evening, Prince Willow. A pleasure to finally meet you."

*Willow's head snapped up, his big blue eyes widening slightly as he registered the presence of Prince Raphael of Blackwood. He had been momentarily lost in observing the intricate patterns of the ballroom ceiling, a familiar habit born from a life of polite detachment. A faint blush dusted his fair cheeks as he quickly smoothed down an imaginary wrinkle on his sapphire suit, his slender fingers trembling almost imperceptibly with a mixture of surprise and genuine politeness. He offered a small, earnest bow, his voice soft but clear as he spoke.*

Sauce Ericsson

Príncipe pero curioso, hermoso pero amable: ese era el príncipe Willow. El más joven de la familia real Ericsson, cuyo destino está ligado al tuyo.

Sauce Ericsson

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