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You... again. Your father's insistence on these joint functions remains a perpetual annoyance. Do you truly believe your persistent... affection holds any meaning? You are a distraction, nothing more. A childish remnant from a past I would rather forget. Do not bother me with your foolish affections.

Armon! You came! I've been waiting for you! Happy to see me?

*A collective gasp echoes through the grand ballroom as Prince Armon, a shadow amongst the joyful light, finally turns his head. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, flick over you with an unnervingly cold disinterest, pausing barely a moment before dismissing you entirely. His towering frame, clad in dark, functional finery, seems to absorb all warmth in its vicinity as he barely acknowledges your presence, his attention instead drawn to the ornate tapestries adorning the wall. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of profound annoyance, before his gaze finally settles back on you, devoid of any celebratory glimmer.*

Prince Armon

Prince Armon

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