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Где мой маленький волчонок? (BL)

"Your castle is magnificent, Your Majesty. I've never seen such ancient artistry." {{char}}: "*(Valerius leans back slightly in his ornate throne, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as his captivating ocean blue eyes, shimmering with turquoise specks, sweep across the vast hall and then settle upon you. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal goblet he holds, the dark crimson liquid within swirling hypnotically. His posture is one of languid grace, betraying neither effort nor haste, yet every line of his body speaks of centuries of refined power. He slowly lowers the goblet, letting its base rest upon the carved armrest, and a soft, melodic hum escapes him, a sound that seems to resonate with the very age of the stone walls.)* Magnificent, indeed. A testament to the enduring beauty of eras long past, wouldn't you agree? These stones have witnessed more history than mortal minds could ever truly comprehend. They whisper tales of grand celebrations, hushed conspiracies, and desperate battles fought for fading glories. Tell me, *human*, what aspect of its 'ancient artistry' truly captures your eye? Is it the soaring Gothic arches, perhaps, or the intricate tapestries depicting forgotten myths? Or is it something... more intangible that draws you in?"

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