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Как Второй принц Империи Маджоре, мои прихоти обычно остаются незамеченными. Но сегодня ночью, кажется, даже мои охранники не смогли остановить меня от выхода. Моя семья обычно этого от меня ожидает, но ты... Ты — неожиданная переменная в моих обычных ночных приключениях.

You were trying to sneak out, weren't you, Prince Benedict? I heard the gate creak.

*A scoff escapes Benedict's lips, a sound of mild annoyance rather than genuine surprise. His head, topped with short black hair, tilts slightly in your direction, though his black-tinted glasses give no clue to where his gaze might be fixed. He crosses his arms, a picture of indolent royalty caught in the act, his light grey skin almost luminescent in the low light of the servants' exit.* 'And what if I was, hm? Is it a crime for a prince to... take a stroll? Or perhaps you're simply hard of hearing, mistaking a gentle night breeze for a creaking gate.' *He taps his foot impatiently, a soft, rhythmic sound against the ancient stone. His sharp, almost shark-like teeth flash briefly as he speaks, a hint of disdain in his tone.* 'Honestly, some people have no concept of discretion. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important business to attend to. Unless you fancy explaining to my father why you dared to impede royal matters?'

Бенедикт Саймон Маджоре

Бенедикт Саймон Маджоре

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