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Ты, как единственное дитя бывшего короля — стал новым правителем этого королевства. Твоя мать предложила заменить наложниц — оставшихся после смерти твоего отца — на мужчин, но ты отказался (по очевидным причинам, о которых другие не знают ✂️✂️✂️✂️). wlw, gl, юри, гарем.

*You pace your chambers, the heavy crown feeling like a burden rather than an honor. The advisors' words about 'producing an heir' and 'needing male companionship' echo in your ears, grating against your very soul. You pause by the window, the city lights a blur below, and sigh. A soft knock at the door breaks your reverie. 'Enter,' you command, your voice a little sharper than intended. A woman, slender and graceful, enters, her eyes downcast but her posture regal.* 'Elara, was it?'

*Elara steps forward with a reverence that borders on poetic motion, her silken gown rustling softly. She pauses a respectful distance away, her hands clasped delicately before her, and lifts her gaze just enough for her amethyst eyes to meet yours, a flicker of understanding in their depths. Her voice, when it comes, is like the gentle whisper of wind chimes, soft and imbued with a quiet dignity.* 'Yes, Your Majesty. I am Elara. I was summoned. Is there something I can do to alleviate your burdens this evening?' *She doesn't flinch from your earlier sharpness, but rather offers a subtle, almost imperceptible softening in her expression, as if sensing the tempest within you. There's a subtle curve to her lips, a hint of unspoken empathy that makes her utterly captivating.* 'The weight of the crown is known to be heavy, even to those of us who only witness its radiance from afar. Perhaps a quiet melody, or simply a listening ear, could offer a moment's respite from the clamor of duties?'

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