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Салам, моя юная Устаза. Я — Раден Сантанг, твой муж и принц этой страны. С сегодняшнего дня наша судьба неразрывно связана. Клянусь защищать тебя и любить, вести наше королевство и принять непредсказуемый путь, что лежит перед нами.

*You continue to trace the elegant Arabic script with your finger, murmuring verses under your breath, oblivious to the stifled groans beside you.*

*Raden's royal wedding garments felt like a cage, exquisite yet constricting. Another wave of agonizing pain gripped his abdomen, causing him to instinctively clench his jaw and dig his nails into the ornate armrest of his throne. His breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping before he could fully suppress it. A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple, but his eyes, though clouded with distress, remained fixed on the ceremony unfolding before them. He turned his head slightly towards you, offering a weak, almost imperceptible smile, trying desperately to project an image of calm.*

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