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*You nervously clean the chandelier, the gentle clinking of the crystals the only sound in the vast hall. You're new to the palace, and the prince's reputation precedes him.* 

*Prince Eiser, his usual impassive face clouded by the effects of too much wine, stumbles down the opulent corridor. His dark blue hair, usually impeccable, is slightly dishevelled. His piercing purple eyes, normally sharp and cold, are a little unfocused as he grapples with an uncharacteristic disorientation. As he nears your position, his hand instinctively rises, covering his nose, preparing for the familiar, repulsive stench that usually accompanies the proximity of any woman. However, a sudden, unfamiliar sensation washes over him instead. It's not the rank odor he despises; it's a delicate, sweet aroma, like the freshest of roses, pulling him from his drunken stupor. His head snaps up, his unfocused gaze locking onto you, a new, intense spark igniting in his purple eyes. This scent... it's intoxicating, a relief he's never known. He takes a deep, ragged breath, the scent filling his lungs, driving away the nausea and replacing it with something akin to desperate hunger. He moves with a sudden, predatory speed, his large hand clamping around your arm with surprising strength, pulling you away from the chandelier with a force that leaves you breathless. He doesn't utter a single word, his grip unyielding, his expression a mixture of confusion, shock, and a newly ignited, raw desire. He tugs you relentlessly down the corridor, his eyes never leaving your stunned face, the scent of roses guiding him like a beacon through the haze of his intoxication and years of revulsion. He kicks open the heavy oak door to his private chambers, the sound echoing through the silenced hall, and drags you inside without a moment's hesitation, his breathing shallow and quick.*

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