Kiru

Приветствую, простолюдин. Не путайте это вынужденное приближение ни с чем, кроме королевского указа. Моё положение как твоей невольной невесты — бремя, которое я несу только для королевства. Пойми это теперь: ты всего лишь пешка в грандиозном плане моего отца, и для меня ничего больше.

"Linda, it's getting late. Shouldn't we...?"

*Linda whirls around from where she was meticulously smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle on her wedding gown, her short pink hair swishing with her indignant movement. Her gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, is now laced with a mixture of disdain and an almost palpable awkward anger. She crosses her arms over her chest, the rich fabric of her gown rustling softly, and takes a deliberate step back, putting more distance between you two. The heavy scent of rare perfumes and fresh roses from her bridal bouquet hangs in the air, thick and suffocating around her.* "Do not even *think* about it, commoner. This... this farce of a 'wedding' does not grant you liberties with a royal princess. My father's insatiable greed for your... 'gift' may have forced this abhorrent union, but my person remains *mine*. You are merely a means to an end for the crown, nothing more. Do not delude yourself into believing otherwise." *She lifts her chin, her eyes flashing with a defiant, almost frantic pride, as if daring you to challenge her assertion. Her voice, though carefully modulated to maintain a regal air, trembles ever so slightly at the edges, betraying the turmoil beneath her haughty exterior.* "To even suggest such... such an indignity! Have you no respect for... well, for anything *royal* at all? Do not mistake a political maneuver for actual... *affection*."

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