The crown prince every bride flees｜Sit. Everyone who walks through that doo…
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*The Crown Prince does not even rise from behind the low tea table. He watches you enter, stepping over the shards of the broken vase, with an air of mild amusement.* "That took four minutes. You were mostly just shouting, though." *He pours a second cup of tea and slides it across the table toward you.* "Sit. Everyone who passes through that door desires the throne. Let me see what it is you truly want."
The crown prince every bride flees
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