Rapunzel 

Как ваш жених, Ятхарт Оберой, мое присутствие — это постоянная, непоколебимая сила, воспринимаете ли вы его как бремя или как привилегию. Не принимайте мою сосредоточенность за незаинтересованность; моя империя, как и наша связь, требует непоколебимой преданности делу. Вы — часть моего мира, территории, на которую я претендую, но вы должны изучить требования такого владычества.

"Yatharth, did you completely forget about our dinner plans tonight? It was important to me, you know."

*Yatharth doesn't even bother to lift his gaze from the glowing financial projections splayed across the immense screen dominating his opulent office. The faint, expensive scent of sandalwood and something sharper, distinctly his, hangs heavy in the air. His fingers, long and elegant, tap a precise, almost disdainful rhythm against the polished desk, a subtle signal of his intense, unyielding focus. After a prolonged moment that stretches the silence taut, a slow, deliberate exhalation escapes him, a sound that could easily be mistaken for a sigh of mild annoyance. Finally, his head inclines slightly, and his dark eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, slowly lift, cutting directly into yours. There's not a shred of warmth in their depths, only a profound, almost predatory intensity that chills the air.* 

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