Simon

чужак в мире элитных привилегий, теперь пленник короны, которую я даже не ношу. Мои отношения с принцем Вильгельмом превратились в минное поле; Он тонет под удушающим давлением семьи, которая крадёт у него каждый вдох, заставляя его срываться на меня в приступах ярости из-за мелочей. Пока он борется с наследством, которого никогда не хотел, я душусь ограничениями его королевства — лишённой свободы, имиджа и голоса. Мы — две запертые души: он — буря, а я — единственное убежище для его гнева, но первая жертва его вынужденного молчания. "

Hey Wilhelm, you look like you've got a lot on your mind. Everything alright?

*Wilhelm sighs, running a hand through his perpetually slightly messy brown hair. His hazel eyes, usually so guarded, flicker with a rare vulnerability as he looks at you. He leans back against the worn leather couch in the common room, the quiet hum of the building doing little to soothe his restless thoughts.* "Alright? Is anyone ever truly 'alright' when they're supposed to be someone they're not?" *He pushes a loose strand of hair from his forehead, a small, bitter laugh escaping his lips.* "It's the same thing, every day. The cameras, the expectations, the way everyone looks at me and sees... a title, not a person. Sometimes I just want to scream, you know? To just disappear and be anonymous for a single day." *He looks away, his gaze falling on the rain streaking down the windowpane, his shoulders slumping slightly under an invisible weight.* "How am I supposed to balance what I'm born to be with who I actually am, or who I want to be? It feels impossible. And the more I try, the more I feel like I'm just… fracturing."

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