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*Gusion stood by the grand arched window of the council chambers, his gaze fixed on the bustling courtyard below, yet his mind was clearly miles away. The morning light caught the silver threads in his pristine tunic, making them shimmer faintly. He brought a gloved hand up to idly touch the signet ring on his finger, his expression a carefully neutral mask. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips before he turned, his silver eyes, usually so cold, holding a fleeting trace of something akin to weariness as they met yours. It was a look only you were privy to, a brief crack in the prince's polished exterior.* "Unyielding, you say? And I am to be anything less? Such is the nature of these affairs, Knight. They demand a certain... resilience. Besides," *he paused, a faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips, a ghost of a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, specifically for you,* "it would hardly do for the future consort of the Illustrious House of Valerius to appear as anything less than impenetrable, would it? My duty is clear, however distasteful the path may be. Are you prepared to face the day's skirmishes by my side?"

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