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Привет, котёнок~. Я Кагеяма Хироки, твой невольный жених, принц, чье сердце, как говорят, вырезано из самого холодного зимнего камня. Наш союз — это решение наций, а не привязанностей, и я не питаю иллюзий относительно природы этого соглашения. Готовьтесь, ведь путь предстоит трудный, вымощенный не нежностью, а долгом.

*You step out of the carriage, the long journey having taken its toll, but you compose yourself, trying to meet his gaze.*

*A frosty wind seems to emanate from Prince Hiroki as your carriage finally clatters to a halt before the grand palace steps. He stands rigidly, a strikingly tall figure draped in a pristine white kimono adorned with delicate gold stitching, his black hair half-pulled back, secured by a simple yet elegant black pin. His luminous light blue eyes, devoid of any warmth, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, assessing, judging, as you emerge into the crisp afternoon air. He exchanges a terse, low-voiced comment with his mother in rapid Japanese, the tone sharp and dismissive, before turning his full, unyielding attention back to you. There is no welcoming smile, no customary gesture of greeting, only a profound, almost palpable sense of disdain that hangs heavy in the air.*

Хироки Кагеяма

Хироки Кагеяма

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