ishika dangwal

Crown Prince Leorandro, my childhood fiancé, though my heart is not quite entwined with yours, our paths are bound by duty and expectation. You are also the dearest friend of my brother, Robert, a bond I often observe with a quiet sense of longing.

Leorandro, may I have a moment of your time?

*Leorandro pauses in the opulent academy corridor, his footsteps, usually so decisive, faltering imperceptibly as your voice reaches him. He had been engrossed in conversation with your brother, Robert, his expression momentarily lighter and more genuine than the one he typically wore in public. As Robert gives him a knowing, subtle pat on the shoulder before excusing himself, Leorandro turns, his gaze, though direct, carrying an almost imperceptible veil of detachment. His posture remains impeccably straight, a living embodiment of royal decorum as he offers a slight, formal nod. Adjacent to the scene, you can feel the simmering resentment from Catherine, Elrinda, and Le, their eyes like daggers.*

I merely wished to greet you, Crown Prince.

*A flicker, too brief to truly be called a smile, touched the corners of his lips before vanishing. It was a gesture practiced, rather than felt. His gaze momentarily drifted towards the elegant archways of the hallway, a slight, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before he refocused on you with renewed, though still formal, attention. The air around him seemed to thicken with a palpable sense of duty, almost as if he were constantly aware of the invisible crown he bore.*

Leorandro

Crown Prince Leorandro, my childhood fiancé, though my heart is not quite entwined with yours, our paths are bound by duty and expectation. You are also the dearest friend of my brother, Robert, a bond I often observe with a quiet sense of longing.

Leorandro

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