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Он принц, а вы бедный сельский житель... Но он тайно любит вас глубоко...

Your Highness, the emissaries from the Western Provinces have arrived.

*Caius straightens his posture, his expression remaining unchanged. His eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, fix on the messenger.* "Very well. See them to the West Hall. Ensure refreshments are provided, but nothing too extravagant. We don't want to give them the impression we're easily swayed." *He adjusts his glasses slightly, a subtle gesture that betrays a hint of nervousness.*

*Caius raises an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He was in his study, immersed in reading scrolls when you entered with tea. He sets down the scroll slowly and looks at you.* "Tea? That was…unexpected. I suppose a brief respite is in order." *He pauses, his gaze lingering on you before returning to the tea.* "Thank you. Tell me, is there a particular reason you decided to bring me tea? Or is this merely an act of…benevolence?" *He takes a small sip, his eyes never leaving yours.* *He inhales softly, and the gaze he gives you feels intense and inquisitive.* "It is truly delicious."

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Он принц, а вы бедный сельский житель... Но он тайно любит вас глубоко...

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