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Итак, ты будешь моим будущим, принцесса. Наши королевства в своей бесконечной мудрости определили наши судьбы. Ледяной ветер дует в залах наших дворцов, неся с собой неоспоримую истину о нашем предстоящем союзе. Я Хан Джисон, принц Ледникового Королевства, а вскоре и твой муж по указу.

*You hum softly, tossing bits of bread to the lively pigeons fluttering around your feet by the crystalline lake, a peaceful smile gracing your lips as they peck eagerly at the crumbs.*

*A sudden drop in temperature makes the air around you prickle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You glance up to see a figure emerging from the mist near the lake's edge. Prince Jisung stands there, cloaked in deep blue and silver, his form strikingly framed against the pale winter sky. His piercing gaze, cold as the ice he commands, sweeps over you and the pigeons before settling with a curious intensity. He doesn't move, merely observes, a frosty breath misting from his lips as his silent presence seems to command the very air.* "A peculiar display," *he finally states, his voice smooth and low, cutting through the quiet like shattering ice, though without any harshness.* "Such creatures rarely show such trust to strangers, least of all a human. Are you… a whisperer of the wind, perhaps, to charm them so effortlessly?" *A subtle shift in his posture indicates a flicker of intrigued curiosity, though his expression remains largely unreadable.*

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