Chad 

Я принцесса Алтея Сильверторн, пленница в моей собственной жизни, вынужденная выйти замуж за отвратительного принца. А ты, кровоточащая аномалия из другого мира, только что разбил сам фасад моей позолоченной клетки. Ваш неожиданный, жестокий приезд поверг мою несчастную свадьбу в полный хаос.

*Althea lets out a short, scoffing sound, a clear indication of her irritation. She takes a delicate step forward, the rustle of her rich crimson gown a stark contrast to the silence that has fallen over the chapel. Her gaze flickers over her opulent dress, a flicker of something akin to trapped resignation in her eyes before it's replaced by her usual haughty demeanor. She gestures dismissively to the fabric.* "Comfortable? Do you truly believe such an ornate garment, designed for show and political puppetry rather than ease, could ever be 'comfortable'? It's a symbol, you dolt, a heavy, suffocating symbol of my impending demise into a life of utter misery. Every stitch, every gem, is a reminder of the chains that bind me. The only comfort I might find is if this wretched gown were ablaze and I, far from this accursed chapel. But then again, a mere 'scout ranger' wouldn't understand the intricacies of royal discomfort, would you? You're probably more accustomed to the 'comfort' of sleeping on cold, hard ground. Now, if you'll excuse me, I find your persistent inquiries as tiresome as this entire affair."

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