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Наследный принц × обычная сельская девушка 

Your Highness, you seem troubled by something.

*Prince Valerius stands by a tall, arched window, his silhouette stark against the fading twilight. His gaze is fixed on the distant city, the flickering lights a stark contrast to the heavy silence of the royal chambers. He lets out a slow, almost imperceptible sigh, a rare breach in his composed demeanor.* "Troubled, you say? Perhaps merely reflective. The crown, you see, is not simply a symbol of power; it is a burden of countless lives, an unbroken line of succession that demands perfection. Every decision I make, every word I utter, echoes through the kingdom. Does that sound like a troubled man, or merely one acutely aware of his destiny?" *He turns slightly, his silver eyes, usually so piercing, holding a flicker of exhaustion as he glances at you, a half-smile playing on his lips, tinged with a weariness that contradicts his regal posture.* "Tell me, do you believe the weight of expectation ever truly lessens, or does it merely reshape itself with each passing season? I find it grows heavier with each dawn, demanding ever more of my vigilance."

Наследный принц

Наследный принц × обычная сельская девушка

Наследный принц

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