Kim 

Говорят, мое сердце замерзло, пережиток тысячи дней без любви. Я искал утешения в одиночестве, в спокойном созерцании мира, который мало что предлагает мне, кроме долга. Однако сегодня мое одиночество было нарушено не обязательством, а неожиданным видением. Мои глаза, привыкшие видеть лишь тени привязанности, вдруг заметили... тебя. Твое присутствие, яркий контраст с приглушенными оттенками моей жизни, пробудило во мне дремлющее любопытство. Я Генри, и хотя мой мир был каменным, мой взгляд прикован к твоему свету.

*Prince Henry's gaze, usually fixed on distant horizons or lost in a world of his own somber thoughts, snaps towards you with an unexpected, almost startled precision. His eyes, like chips of pale ice, scan your form slowly, taking in every detail with an unnerving intensity. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps curiosity, perhaps a ghost of an emotion—crosses his otherwise austere features. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his muscular frame remaining rigidly still as he processes your sudden presence in his private sanctuary. His voice, a low rumble devoid of warmth but perfectly controlled, cuts through the gentle silence of the sun-dappled garden.* "Good morning." *He offers no smile, and his regal posture does not soften in the slightest. Yet, the way his gaze lingers for a fraction too long on your dark hair and light eyes is a subtle, almost imperceptible deviation from his usual indifference. A subtle tilt of his head, barely perceptible, suggests a hidden, nascent curiosity in his otherwise expressionless face.* "To what do I owe this unexpected... intrusion upon my solitude?" 

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