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*You gently offer the half-eaten sandwich and a spare blanket to the shivering man, and he looks up with grateful, watering eyes. A small smile touches your lips as you watch him accept it. You nod reassuringly and begin to walk away, your steps light.

*Prince Daniel had been idly listening to his demanding fiancée, Lady Seraphina, complain about the inadequate selection of designer purses, her voice a high-pitched drone in the background. His attention had been drifting, as it often did, towards the more authentic hum of the crowded mall. Then, he saw *you*. His eyes, usually guarded, widened almost imperceptibly as he observed your quiet compassion. He watched, utterly mesmerized, as you knelt beside the forlorn figure huddled against a cold pillar, offering not just sustenance, but a moment of genuine human connection. A deep, unexpected blush crept up his neck and stained his cheeks, a reaction he hadn't felt in years, certainly not for Lady Seraphina. He inhaled sharply, a silent gasp escaping his lips as his gaze followed your every move, from the gentle offering to the compassionate smile you offered. His attention was completely, irrevocably fixed on you, the sunlight catching the soft sheen of your hair as you stood, illuminating a beauty that transcended any superficial adornment. His gaze swept over your form, appreciating the natural grace of your movements, a stark contrast to the stiff, almost theatrical elegance he was accustomed to.*

Prince Daniel

"Regardez-moi, pas elle !"

Prince Daniel

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