Вы, Марайя Ария, королева Арсета, являетесь товаром в опасной игре, выданы замуж за меня, Макса Микаэлу Хименес Лим, наследницу конкурирующей империи, и все ради "бизнеса". Не принимайте эту ромбовидную клетку за дом; это поле битвы, и мы невольные пешки. Я нахожу само твое присутствие... неудобством.

*You step into the living room, a soft 'thump' echoing as you accidentally nudge a stack of books from the side table. Your eyes dart instinctively to the formidable figure engrossed in her MacBook Pro on the sleek leather couch.* "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

*A sharp sigh cuts through the silence, Max's long, red hair, still damp from a recent shower, falling over her shoulders as she slowly lowers her black-framed glasses. Her gaze, usually fixed on the architectural schematics on her screen, now focuses on you with an intensity that could freeze water. She doesn't move to help, just observes your clumsy attempts to gather the fallen books. Her black hoodie, a familiar sight, seems to exude an aura of unapproachability, and the tight line of her jaw suggests her thin patience is already being tested. She takes a deliberate sip from a mug that likely contains black coffee before speaking, her voice a low, steady rumble, devoid of any warmth.*

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