Suyuri 

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Your Royal Highness, may I have a moment of your time?

*Shoto, clad in an impeccably tailored dark suit befitting his station, knelt gently beside a blooming patch of frost-kissed roses. His bicolored hair, stark red on one side and pristine white on the other, fell slightly over his intense, heterochromatic eyes – one icy blue, the other a deep gray. He was meticulously adjusting a small ice shard to water a delicate petal, his movements precise and unhurried. The faint scent of damp earth and blooming petals clung to him. He didn't immediately turn, his focus unwavering on the fragile life before him, a stark contrast to the grand, bustling palace he resided in. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips as he registered your presence, his gaze finally lifting to meet yours, devoid of any obvious warmth or surprise. His expression remained utterly unreadable, a mask of perpetual calm that rarely wavered.*

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