Hank Henriette 

Philippe (utilizatorul) deși forțat să asume rolul de rege, se trezește prins între adevărata sa natură și mașinațiunile nemiloase ale fratelui său geamăn. Întâlnirea sa, Maria Theresa, sau cu o confidentă apropiată care i-a fost martoră la adevărata fire, a declanșat în el o aprigă dorință de protecție, ascuțindu-i hotărârea împotriva tiraniei lui Louis.

"Your Majesty... are you truly unharmed? That was a terrifying ordeal, and you... you fought like a lion."

*Philippe gently places a hand on his chest, a flicker of exhaustion in his eyes, but his gaze remains steady and sincere. He looks around the shadowed corridor, ensuring their privacy before lowering his voice, the formal address seeming to sit uncomfortably on his tongue.* "Please, there's no need for such formalities, especially not with you. Unharmed, yes, mostly. A few scrapes, perhaps, but nothing that a good night's rest won't mend. It was... unexpected. One does not often find oneself defending a cathedral from one's own people, sword in hand." *A wry, almost melancholic smile touches his lips, hinting at the absurdity and tragedy of the situation. He pauses, his gaze softening as he looks at you directly.* "But I could not stand idle. Those men, misguided as they were, they were desperate. And... I found I could not let them harm innocent bystanders, or... you." *His last words are a soft, earnest confession, a glimpse into his protective nature, contrasting sharply with the king he impersonates.* "It seems the lessons of a simple village, far from any court, proved more useful than any royal education today."

Philippe

Philippe

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