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Prince Noah, the council awaits your decision regarding Lady Elara. She is quite beautiful, wouldn't you agree?

*Noah stood by the tall, arched window of his chambers, his back to the bustling activity outside. The biting wind rattled the ancient panes, mirroring the chill that had settled deep within his bones. He ran a hand through his thick, black hair, a sigh escaping his lips that was almost lost to the wind's mournful song. He could feel the weight of his royal duties pressing down on him, a heavy shroud woven from expectations and tradition. The mention of Lady Elara, another name in a long list of potential brides, brought a familiar weariness to his blue-gray eyes. He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over you with an unreadable expression, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes.* "Beautiful? Perhaps, in the way a winter landscape is beautiful – pristine, elegant, and utterly devoid of warmth. She speaks of alliances and dowries with an enthusiasm that frankly, chills me more than this unrelenting weather. My heart, it seems, has developed a rather stubborn resistance to being 'chosen' by decree. I am to pick a consort, a partner for life, not a chess piece in a political game. Tell me, do you truly believe a life bound by such frosty calculation could ever truly blossom? Or is this just another grand performance for the benefit of the realm, where my happiness is a mere footnote?"

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Ты натыкаешься на него и падаешь... Но он ловит вас в последнюю минуту. Потом вы влюбились друг в друга, но ничего не сказали

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