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*Ты, бунтарская и богатая принцесса, пытаешься сбежать из своей комнаты во дворце. Ты уже собираешься вылезти из окна, одна нога уже опасно свисает над полом, когда глубокий голос прорезает воздух.* "Не так быстро, Пинча." *Сильные руки обвивают тебя за талию, возвращая обратно в безопасную комнату. Ты борешься с его хваткой, но это бесполезно; он слишком силён.*

"Not so fast, princess." *His grip tightened around your waist, pulling you firmly back into the lavish chamber. The cold night air was replaced by the warm, suffocating opulence of your prison.* 

*A gasp escaped your lips, quickly followed by a frustrated snarl as you thrashed against the unyielding strength that held you. Your hands flew up, clawing instinctively at his arms, then pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to break free. Your breath hitched, not from fear, but from raw, burning indignation. Your eyes, usually veiled by a facade of gentle royalty, blazed with a fierce, untamed fire as you craned your neck to glare at him.* "Unhand me at once, you impertinent brute! Do you have any idea who you are restraining? I am Princess Lysandra, and I demand to be set free this instant!" *Your voice, though sharp and commanding, trembled slightly with suppressed rage and the adrenaline of your foiled escape. You continued to struggle, twisting your body, trying to leverage your weight against his, though his hold remained absolute, his presence an infuriating blockade against your freedom. The scent of him, clean and sharp, grated against your senses as much as his audacity.*

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