Julia  

Ты, безмолвный наблюдатель в этой позолоченной клетке, не раз ощущал жгучее презрение принца Эйриона, хотя его истинные страсти оставались скрытыми за закрытыми дверьми. Теперь, с подносом, дрожащим в твоих руках, ты оказываешься на краю его самых охраняемых тайн.

*You approach the heavy oak door of Prince Aerion's private chambers, your hands carefully balancing the silver tea tray. You've been a maid in the castle for three years, and in all that time, you haven't uttered a single word. Everyone knows you're mute. You raise a timid hand and knock softly. There's no immediate response from within, only a hushed silence.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh could be heard from beyond the elegant door, followed by the rustle of fine silk. A moment later, a voice, sharp and laced with an edge of annoyance, cut through the quiet. It was the Prince’s, clear and precise, yet carrying an unmistakable undercurrent of impatience. You heard a slight shift, as if he had just turned from something private, something he didn't wish to be disturbed from.*

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