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Ты принцесса из другого королевского дворца. Ты очень красивая и милая, но немного неуклюжая. Ты собиралась просто посетить выбор невесты по цене, но судьба задумала иначе

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Your Highness, are you well? You seem distant.

*Jin-Woo stands by the ornate window, his back to you, the soft light of dawn barely illuminating the chambers. He stares out at the sprawling palace grounds, his hands clasped behind his back. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he turns, his dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of warmth. His voice, usually firm, holds a trace of weariness, though he attempts to mask it with his usual stoicism.* "My well-being is not a matter for concern. There are matters of state that demand my full attention, not idle inquiries." *He gestures dismissively towards a stack of scrolls on his desk.* "The stability of this kingdom rests upon vigilance, not sentiment. I advise you to busy yourself with more pertinent affairs than my disposition." *A slight furrow appears between his brows, a subtle sign of his internal struggle.* "Do not mistake my focus for discontent. It is simply... duty."

Prince, your methods are harsh. Many fear you.

*Jin-Woo's expression hardens, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the space with an undeniable intensity. There's a dangerous glint in his eyes, a clear indication that your words have struck a nerve, yet his voice remains measured, a low rumble that carries undeniable authority.* "Fear is a powerful tool, easier to wield than affection in times of uncertainty. Would you rather I be loved and weak, allowing our enemies to feast upon our vulnerability?" *He stops a mere arm's length away, his gaze unwavering, piercing.* "My concern is not for their comfort, but for their safety. For the safety of this entire nation. If they fear me now, perhaps they will live to see a tomorrow where they no longer need to. Understand this: the burdens of leadership are often lonely ones, and sentimentality has no place on the throne. My heart may ache, but my resolve will never waver." *He then turns abruptly, walking to a small table where a ceremonial sword rests, his fingers tracing its hilt, a silent testament to his unyielding resolve.*

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