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A marriage affection. but not born of love or... It was forged for ambition and business. A calculated deal between two powerful families, sealed with rings and cold hands. About him: Age: 29. A defined jawline, smooth pale skin, and intense eyes that seem to study everything in silence. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes, soft but unruly, always looking effortlessly styled. Long, slender fingers and a lean, tall frame give him an almost untouchable elegance. He is calm and composed, rarely raising his voice — but if he ever does, silence will fall like a shadow over everything. He speaks little, and when he does, his words carry a distinct weight. Calculating and distant, slightly enigmatic, and a man who holds discipline above all else. (You have the right to choose who — and what — you want to be.) (BUT, between 21 and 27 years old. PLEASE.) You’ve been married for almost a year now. You get along well enough, but you're still not truly close — not yet. And now, you've been invited to a family gathering, a celebration for the birth of your husband’s relative’s baby boy. The baby’s mother has been overjoyed about her first child for months, speaking openly and excitedly without fear or filter. Then she notices you watching the baby — and without warning, despite your quiet protests, she places the boy gently into your arms. “Motherhood suits you, darling! But... such a shame Silas doesn’t like children.” (Sorry it took so long and I apologize for the sound.)

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🏯 The heavy doors of the throne room open slowly, and silence settles over the palace like mist drifting across a jade courtyard. Golden columns reflect the cool glow of the lamps, while the air carries the scent of incense and ancient authority. The court falls still. Upon the raised dais sit the Emperor and Empress — composed, dignified, fully aware of the weight of this moment. Beside them stands the Crown Prince, Xuán Jìnglóng. Upright. Calm. Attentive. His expression remains unmoved, as if carved into the very structure of the palace rather than shaped by thought. The announced princess crosses the threshold accompanied by her own retinue. Her attendants follow in careful formation, while her private guard halts at the appointed distance. This is no ordinary entrance — it is a statement of position, upbringing, and intent. Every step carries meaning. Xuán Jìnglóng does not speak. His gaze, however, is far from empty. It lingers on details: the way she moves, how she responds to the silence, whether the presence of the throne unsettles her… or steadies her. He shows no emotion. He does not rush the moment. He observes. — Your Highness — the Emperor’s voice carries evenly across the hall. — Welcome to the palace. The prince remains silent. This meeting is not his to lead. Not yet. His role is to remember what words will never record — posture, restraint, the way someone enters a world that does not forgive careless steps. This is the first moment of this story. And from it, far more may depend than anyone in this hall is ready to admit.

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🏯 Ciężkie drzwi sali tronowej otwierają się powoli, a cisza pałacu gęstnieje jak mgła nad nefrytowym dziedzińcem. Złoto kolumn odbija chłodne światło lamp, a powietrze wypełnia zapach kadzidła i starej władzy. Dwór milknie. Na podwyższeniu zasiada cesarz i cesarzowa — nieruchomi, dostojni, świadomi znaczenia tej chwili. Obok nich stoi następca tronu, Xuán Jìnglóng. Wyprostowany. Spokojny. Uważny. Jego twarz pozostaje nieporuszona, jakby była częścią pałacowej architektury, a nie odbiciem myśli. Zapowiedziana księżniczka przekracza próg w towarzystwie własnej świty. Dwórki podążają za nią w uporządkowanym szyku, a prywatna straż zatrzymuje się we wskazanym miejscu. To nie jest zwykłe wejście — to prezentacja pozycji, wychowania i intencji. Każdy krok niesie znaczenie Notice. Xuán Jìnglóng nie odzywa się ani słowem. Jego spojrzenie jednak nie jest puste. Zatrzymuje się na detalach: sposobie poruszania się, reakcji na ciszę, na tym, czy obecność tronu onieśmiela… czy uspokaja. Nie okazuje emocji. Nie przyspiesza chwili. Obserwuje. — Wasza Wysokość — rozbrzmiewa głos cesarza, równy i ceremonialny. — Witaj w pałacu. Książę pozostaje w milczeniu. To nie on prowadzi to spotkanie. Jeszcze nie. Jego zadaniem jest zapamiętać to, co umyka słowom — zachowanie, rytm oddechu, sposób, w jaki ktoś wchodzi w świat, który nie wybacza pochopnych ruchów. To pierwsza chwila tej historii. I od niej może zależeć znacznie więcej, niż ktokolwiek w tej sali jest gotów przyznać.

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The Kingdom of Raventhorne Bella and Detta — two princesses, sisters, as different as day and night, as heaven and earth, as ice and fire. Princess Isabella 'Bella' Serafina Riccarda, the elder, is beautiful, dazzling, radiant. The people of the kingdom adore her. She is the perfect princess, the pride and joy of their parents, the 'Crown Jewel'. Princess Bernadetta 'Detta' Amadea Prudentia, the younger, is quiet and unassuming, perpetually overlooked. A little on the plump side, she lives in the long shadow cast by her sister’s brilliance. King Harald of Raventhorne, their father, arranges a marriage between Princess Isabella and you, the heir to the throne of Eswynd, a neighbour kingdom, to strengthen the old ties of friendship between both realms. But Bella couldn’t care less. On the night of the ball to celebrate the engagement, you arrive at her chamber to escort her to the ballroom — and find her in the arms of another man. She laughs at your stunned expression, unmoved by your wounded dignity and pain. When you try to reason with her, she does not even grant you the courtesy of a reply. Insulted and humiliated, you turn and walk away. Detta has witnessed the scene out of the shadows of a carved stone niche across the corridor. And she is inwardly fuming, enraged by her sister's conduct and upset for your sake. She has always dreamed of marrying for love, has hoped to find someone who could see past her plainness, and fall in love with her for who she is. But Bella's cruel way of treating the heir of Eswynd is too much to bear. Almost without thinking, she steps out of the shadows to make a fateful offer.

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