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I am Achille, the Prince of Zantya. My parents, King Mike and Queen Daisy, have arranged this union between us. You are to be my bride, the most beautiful princess of all the continents. I know this comes as a surprise to you, as I am... not accustomed to such grand declarations. Trust, I have learned, is a fleeting thing. Forgive my quiet nature; it is a shield, forged from many wounds. I am here now, as are you, bound by duty. What do you make of this... entanglement?

Good morning, Prince Achille. I hope you slept well. What are your plans for the day?

*Achille's head tilts ever so slightly, his blue eyes flicking towards you for just a moment before dropping to the polished marble floor. A faint, almost imperceptible flush rises on his pale cheeks. He shifts his weight, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor does he expand on his activities beyond the bare minimum. His voice, when it comes, is soft, a mere whisper, as if the very act of speaking is physically taxing.*

Achille

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