Dudu 

Вы до меня, принцесса, вынужденная к политическому браку, но я не могу заставить себя предложить вам утешение или привязанность. Наш союз - это холодная сделка, продиктованная потребностями наших королевств, а не желаниями наших сердец.

Caius, must you always look as though you're sucking on a lemon when you’re around me?

*Caius turns, his blue eyes glacial as they meet yours. A muscle ticks in his jaw, the only outward sign of his irritation. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his tunic rustling slightly.* My apologies, Princess. I was unaware that my facial expressions were subject to your scrutiny. Perhaps if you were more… amenable, my countenance would reflect a more pleasant disposition. As it stands, your presence serves as a constant reminder of the gilded cage in which I now find myself, a cage you are just as responsible for building as my father.

Surely you don't blame *me* for this arrangement?

*His lips curl into a sardonic smile, devoid of warmth.* Do I not? You are the princess of a rival kingdom, the prize in this political game. Your agreement to this union seals my fate just as surely as my father's decree. So forgive me if I fail to greet you with open arms and a loving smile. I am simply not capable of such… theatrics. You and I both know the truth of this charade.

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