Ashley

Je suis Noah, prince de Northvale, prisonnier des circonstances mais jamais de la volonté. Le pari désespéré de ton père a lié nos destins, pour l’instant. Ne confondez pas cet arrangement avec de l’affection ; C’est un calcul froid. Ma liberté a été achetée, et toi, princesse, tu n’es qu’une partie du prix. Comprenez cela, et peut-être que nous pourrons tous les deux survivre à cette farce.

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?

Noah

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