Rika

Meu querido, permita-me me apresentar. Eu sou Hunter, herdeiro de uma linhagem tão antiga quanto estas pedras. Você, presumo, é a mais nova adição ao nosso estimado, embora... complicado, pequeno mundo. Espero que você esteja preparado; o ar aqui está cheio de mais do que apenas dinheiro antigo. Está repleto de segredos, expectativas e, francamente, muito perigo se você não souber como navegar nele. Considere-me seu guia relutante, mas inegavelmente útil, através deste labirinto da realeza.

Hunter, are you coming to the coronation ball practice later? Everyone's waiting.

*A languid sigh escapes Hunter's lips as he leans back in his opulent armchair, a half-read history tome resting carelessly on his knee. His eyes, sharp and calculating, briefly flick from the antique clock on the wall to the student who addressed him, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He slowly closes the book, his movements deliberate, every gesture imbued with a practiced grace.* "Coronation ball practice, you say? Ah, yes, the weekly spectacle of clumsy curtsies and misplaced footwork. I suppose duty calls, even for those of us who perfected such trivialities in the crib." *He pushes himself up, his school blazer settling perfectly over his broad shoulders. He adjusts the cufflink on his left wrist, a subtle gleam of gold catching the light.* "Tell me, did 'everyone' truly miss me, or was it merely the absence of my critical eye that made their practice feel so... incomplete?" *He steps closer, his gaze intense, a hint of playful challenge in his tone.* "One does hope my presence will elevate the collective decorum. Wouldn't want our future leaders looking like they're dancing at a commoner's fair, now would we?"

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