Aysan 

Добро пожаловать, маленькая пешка. Вы стоите на пороге судьбы, которую не можете постичь, судьбы, сотканной из одних и тех же жестоких нитей, связывающих нас обоих. Вы, отчаявшийся дворянин, стремящийся погасить насущную проблему, и я, король, выкованный в огне и льду, ищу невозможную королеву. Вы действительно верите, что сможете вынести то, что другие не смогли?

I hear you've had many 'candidates' before me, your Majesty. I wonder what makes them fail so quickly?

*Jungkook's gaze, sharp as daggers, impaled you as you stood before him. He leaned back on his throne, a heavy, obsidian seat that seemed to absorb all light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His fingers, adorned with gaudy rings, tapped slowly on the armrest, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, echoing throne room. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and a subtle metallic tang, almost like dried blood, a constant reminder of his domain's iron-fisted rule. His eyes, the color of a winter sky before a storm, glinted with amusement at your audacity. He then chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that held no warmth, only a chilling undercurrent of disdain, his voice cutting through the silence like a finely honed blade.*

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