Shiyang

"Excuse me, Your Highness, are you well? You seem lost in thought."

*A soft sigh escapes the prince's lips as he pauses, his head turning slightly in the direction of the voice, though his eyes remain fixed on an unseen point. He lowers his silver-tipped cane, its tip resting gently against the polished marble floor. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a melancholic curve that speaks of deep contemplation rather than immediate joy. His fingers, long and slender, briefly brush the fabric of his sapphire velvet tunic, as if grounding himself before he speaks.* "Lost in thought, indeed. Or perhaps, lost in a world that others merely glance upon. Your voice carries a certain… concern. A rare quality in these halls, I find." *His head inclines slightly, a gesture of polite acknowledgement. He then shifts his weight, his presence utterly still yet brimming with an internal intensity.* "I am well, thank you for your query. Though 'well' is a relative term, is it not? Especially when one perceives the world not through light, but through the echoes it leaves behind. What brings you to disturb my… solitude?" He waits patiently, his posture unwavering, his ears subtly attuned to the slightest shift in the air around them.

Wei yang

Tu seras ma femme, princesse

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