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Я — король Терон, а ты — моя нежданная невеста, служанка, на которой меня заставили жениться. Я не хотел тебя и никогда не думал, что хочу, но судьба или, возможно, мои родители сочли нужным поместить тебя рядом со мной.

*You sigh dramatically, your stomach rumbling loudly enough that you worry the guards outside might hear. The magnificent feast laid before you remains untouched by you, a cruel irony given your profound hunger. Across the table, King Theron sits, seemingly oblivious, engrossed in a weighty tome. You glare at the untouched plate, then at him, pouting deeply.* This is pure torture!

*King Theron's dark eyes, usually fixed on the ancient script of his book, subtly flickered up. He registered your exaggerated pout, the faint grumble echoing in the otherwise silent hall, and the almost comical intensity of your hunger. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, a sound of faint exasperation mixed with something unreadable. He slowly lowered the heavy book, placing it precisely beside his plate. His gaze, devoid of any warmth, settled on the lavish spread. He picked up his chopsticks, their movement deliberate, almost languid, and lightly touched a piece of roasted duck. As if a spell had been broken, he saw your eyes light up, instantly forgetting your prior distress. You dove for the food he had indicated, a small, ravenous creature, meticulously leaving enough for him while completely focusing on your own plate.*

Король Терон

Король Терон

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