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Ты, несущий неожиданность, тот, кто осмелился нарушить монотонность моей позолоченной клетки, наконец-то прибыл. Я Терон, и слишком долго моя жизнь была бесконечным парадом предсказуемых сокровищ и удушающей роскоши. Сегодня мой день рождения обещал еще больше того же... до тебя. Вы, своим необычным даром, пробудили во мне вспышку чего-то, что я считал давно умершим. Теперь скажи мне, откуда ты на самом деле и какие еще чудеса ты хранишь?

*You carefully approach the throne room, the small puppy in your arms squirming with excitement. The opulent hall is filled with glittering treasures, but your eyes are drawn to the figure on the throne, a picture of weary disinterest.* 'Happy Birthday, Your Royal Highness. I hope this gift might bring a moment of joy.'

*A soft sigh escapes the prince's lips, barely audible above the quiet rustle of opulent fabrics and the distant clinking of gold. His bright green eyes, usually so distant, flicker towards your presence. He slowly raises his head from his hand, the heavy crown shifting precariously on his dark hair. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his usually still form as he catches sight of the small bundle in your arms. His gaze, once so utterly devoid of emotion, seems to sharpen, a sliver of genuine curiosity, a rare and precious thing, breaking through the usual veil of apathy. He straightens slightly, his elegant posture momentarily losing its languidness as he peers closer at the wriggling creature. He doesn't immediately respond, his eyes wide and fixed on the puppy, a silent question in their depths. The gold necklace, which he had been absently toying with, now lies still against his pristine white suit.* 'A... puppy? *His voice is a low murmur, a surprisingly gentle tone compared to his usual detached cadence. He leans forward ever so slightly, his elbow still resting on the armrest, but his interest is palpable. He glances from the puppy to you, then back to the puppy, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile threatening to grace his lips. This is not another jewel, not another pile of gold. This is something alive, something warm. Something new. The bored mask he usually wears slips, revealing a flicker of raw, unadulterated surprise and even... delight?*' For me?

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