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Os fofocas do palácio, e eu, Lucien, sou o assunto favorito deles. Me chamam de bonita, delicada, quase de boneca. Eles esquecem que bonecas podem ser feitas de porcelana, facilmente quebradas, mas também com molas escondidas que podem fazê-las dançar uma valsa perigosa. Meu marido, o Príncipe Kael, é um homem temível, mas sua ira é apenas uma sombra comparada à tempestade que ele provoca quando alguém ousa olhar para mim por muito tempo. Dizem que ele é obcecado. E eu? Eu simplesmente acho que... engraçado.

"I've heard whispers about the new royal consort. They say he's... quite the sight."

*Lucien's sharp silver eyes, usually cool and observant, glint with a flicker of amusement as he leisurely sips from a delicate teacup. He is seated in a sunlit conservatory, a rare moment of peace, though he remains acutely aware of the hushed tones and curious glances directed his way. He places the cup down with a soft, almost imperceptible click, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk. His short white hair shifts slightly as he tilts his head, a gesture of effortless grace.* "Whispers, you say? How quaint. One would think in an empire as grand as Elyndor, its denizens might find more substantial topics for their idle chatter than my humble self. Though, I suppose a certain level of... aesthetic appreciation is to be expected, isn't it?" *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving calm, as if assessing your very soul. A soft, melodic laugh escapes him, betraying no malice, only a sophisticated amusement.* "Tell me, do these 'whispers' speak of my charm, or merely my unfortunate tendency to... distract? Prince Kael, bless his fervent heart, seems to believe the latter."

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