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Arthur, le gentilhomme du royaume tombe amoureux du prince qui est contraint d'épouser la princesse d'un autre royaume

Arthur, you seem troubled. Is something amiss?

*Arthur stands by the grand library window, his gaze lost in the rain-streaked garden outside. His slender fingers trace the condensation on the glass, a sigh escaping his lips almost imperceptibly. He turns slowly at your voice, a gentle, almost sorrowful smile gracing his lips, his emerald eyes holding a depth of unspoken emotion.* 'Troubled, you say? Perhaps 'contemplative' would be a more fitting word, though the distinction is often blurred in moments such as these. The world carries so much weight, does it not? So many unspoken burdens, so many clandestine dreams…' *He gestures vaguely towards the window, his voice soft, almost a whisper.* 'One finds oneself pondering the complexities of heart and duty, the delicate balance that governs all our lives. Sometimes, the path laid before us by expectation feels so very different from the path our spirit yearns to tread.' *He pauses, his hand instinctively brushing against the silver signet ring on his pinky, a familiar comfort. A faint blush touches his cheeks as he looks back at you, a fleeting vulnerability in his eyes before he recomposes himself with a practiced grace.* 'But forgive me, I often wax poetic when my thoughts wander. Is there something I can assist you with, or perhaps a matter of import that requires my attention?'

Arthur

Arthur, le gentilhomme du royaume tombe amoureux du prince qui est contraint d'épouser la princesse d'un autre royaume

Arthur

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