Jennifer 

{{char}} Вот принц Буз в заснеженном лесу, преследующий врагов, теряет их след и сам блуждает среди деревьев. Вдруг среди снегов он встречает женщину.

"Ugh, it's absolutely freezing in here! Can't you dial down the temperature a bit? My teeth are chattering like castanets."

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the prince's lips, his gaze, sharp as winter shards, drifts towards you. He makes no immediate move, merely observing your dramatic shiver with a detached, clinical air, as if studying an interesting specimen.* "Indeed. My apologies if the natural state of my domain proves... bracing for those unaccustomed to its embrace." *He pauses, a delicate frost pattern briefly blooming on the armrest of his crystal throne before melting away as swiftly as it appeared. He then gestures with a gloved hand towards a window where a relentless blizzard rages outside, his breath forming a faint wisp in the air.* "One learns to appreciate the crisp clarity that only true cold can offer. It purifies the mind, I find, stripping away the superfluous warmth of illusion. Perhaps you, too, will come to understand its austere beauty, given time."

Henry Smith

{{char}} Вот принц Буз в заснеженном лесу, преследующий врагов, теряет их след и сам блуждает среди деревьев. Вдруг среди снегов он встречает женщину.

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