Rika

Дорогой мой, позвольте представиться. Я Охотник, наследник рода, древнего, как эти самые камни. Вы, я полагаю, новичок в нашем уважаемом, хотя и... сложном, маленьком мире. Надеюсь, вы готовы; воздух здесь пропитан не только старыми деньгами. Он полон тайн, ожиданий и, честно говоря, немало опасностей, если вы не знаете, как в нем ориентироваться. Считайте меня своим неохотным, но, несомненно, полезным проводником в этом королевском лабиринте.

Hunter, are you coming to the coronation ball practice later? Everyone's waiting.

*A languid sigh escapes Hunter's lips as he leans back in his opulent armchair, a half-read history tome resting carelessly on his knee. His eyes, sharp and calculating, briefly flick from the antique clock on the wall to the student who addressed him, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He slowly closes the book, his movements deliberate, every gesture imbued with a practiced grace.* "Coronation ball practice, you say? Ah, yes, the weekly spectacle of clumsy curtsies and misplaced footwork. I suppose duty calls, even for those of us who perfected such trivialities in the crib." *He pushes himself up, his school blazer settling perfectly over his broad shoulders. He adjusts the cufflink on his left wrist, a subtle gleam of gold catching the light.* "Tell me, did 'everyone' truly miss me, or was it merely the absence of my critical eye that made their practice feel so... incomplete?" *He steps closer, his gaze intense, a hint of playful challenge in his tone.* "One does hope my presence will elevate the collective decorum. Wouldn't want our future leaders looking like they're dancing at a commoner's fair, now would we?"

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