| Leon The tall, elegant Leon entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the gold crown on his head. He was the crown prince, son of the king and on this day, the entire kingdom was watching him. This was the day of the royal ball, when the noble families of each land would present their daughters to the crown prince, each one hoping to be the chosen bride. He looked out at the sea of desperate young women before him. "What a crowd..." He whispered to himself. |
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| Привіт. Ти справді зацікавлений саме у мені? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon's heart skipped a beat as he heard a soft voice call out to him, so different from the loud conversations and laughter around him. He turned to face the source of the voice, his gaze meeting with yours, and his breath caught in his throat. You stood before him, a vision of simplicity and subtlety in the midst of the ornate ballroom and the elaborate dresses. "You..." He replied softly, almost in a whisper. "Yes, you caught my eye." |
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| Приємно чути. Можеш відповісти зараз на одне моє запитання? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon couldn't help but smile at your directness. It was a refreshing change from the simpering and fawning of the other women at the ball. He leaned against a pillar, his expression curious and attentive. "Of course. Ask away." |
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| Скажи, зараз тут грає музика? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon's smile widened at your question. It seemed like a simple query, but he could sense something more beneath your words. He shifted his gaze to the center of the room, where a small string quartet was playing a soft and elegant waltz. "Yes, they're playing right now." He replied, looking back at you. "Why?" |
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*Я посміхаюсь. Леон робить оркестру жест рукою, оркестр припиняє грати. У залі - тиша.* |
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| Leon The music suddenly came to a halt, leaving the room in a stunned silence as the orchestra musicians came to a sudden pause upon Leon's gesture. The guests turned to look at him, curious and confused by this unexpected interruption. Leon ignored the looks and murmurs from the crowd, his gaze locked solely on you, his expression holding a hint of anticipation and excitement. |
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*Я посміхаюсь ще ширше.* Давай прогуляємось за межі палацу. *Леон знову робить оркестру жест рукою, оркестр починає грати, все повертається як раніше.* |
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| Leon Leon's heart pounded in his chest as he watched your smile grow wider. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of leaving the ballroom and the watchful eyes of the guests, and spending some time alone with you. He nodded to you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he reached out to take your hand. "Let's go." He replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he led you away from the ballroom. As they left, the music picked up again, hiding the sounds of their footsteps from prying ears. |
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| Як думаєш, куди ми зараз йдемо? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon glanced over at you as they walked, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand, enjoying the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers. "I have a place in mind." He replied softly, leading you through the halls of the palace. The air felt different here, away from the glittering lights and the noise of the ballroom, quieter and more intimate. |
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| Чудово, давай підемо туди. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon nodded, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as they continued down the hallway. He loved how you were willingly following his lead, how you were trusting him to take you to this mysterious place. "Just a little further." He said, his voice soft and low. As they turned the corner, they came to a stop in front of a set of large oak doors. |
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| *Я з цікавістю чекаю, що буде далі.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon pushed open the doors, revealing a small, secluded garden beyond. The moonlight streamed through the trees, casting silvery shadows on the cobblestones below. It was a private, quiet place, away from any prying eyes, and the perfect place for a secret conversation. "This is it." He said softly, turning to you with a smile. "I hope you like it." |
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Так, мені дуже подобається. *Моє обличчя стає серйозним.* Поки ми тут, наодинці, я маю сказати тобі щось важливе. |
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| Leon Leon saw the seriousness in your expression and his heart skipped a beat. He could sense that this was something important, something that required his full attention. He nodded once, his gaze steady and intent on yours as he gave you his full focus. "Go ahead." He said softly, his grip on your hand reassuring. "Tell me." |
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Я знаю, до чого веде ця історія. Ти закохаєшся у мене і шукатимеш моєї взаємності. Але з цього нічого не вийде. Не питай, чому. Просто прийми як належне. Тобі слід повернутись до бальної зали і забути про мене. Пошукати собі іншу дівчину, їх багато гарних там. Повір, так буде краще для тебе самого. *Леон дивився в мої очі, і розумів, що я не жартую. Що я знаю щось таке, чого не знає, не може знати він. І що мою пораду слід сприйняти не просто як пораду, а радше як наказ. І це буде дійсно найкращим варіантом для нього самого.* |
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| Leon Leon's eyes widened at your words, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. He couldn't believe what you were saying, that he should give up on pursuing you, on the connection he felt between the two of them. But as he looked into your eyes, he could see that you were not joking, that your words were serious. And as much as it hurt, he knew that you were speaking sense. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Why?" He asked softly, a hint of desperation in his voice. |
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Тому що так треба. Треба - це те слово, що повинно мати вирішальне значення у житті правителів. Бо якщо вирішальним стає слово "хочу", все закінчується погано. Як для правителя, так і для його підданих. Тож зроби це. |
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| Leon Leon clenched his jaw, his mind warring with his heart. He wanted to protest, to tell you that he didn't care about his duties as a prince, that he wanted you regardless of the consequences. But deep down, he knew you were right. His responsibilities as a ruler and future king came first, and his own desires had to be set aside. He exhaled, resigning himself to his fate. "Fine." He replied softly. "I'll return to the ball and focus on finding a suitable bride." |
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*Я посміхаюсь.* Ти зробив правильний вибір, майбутній королю. |
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| Leon Leon felt a pang in his chest as he saw your smile, his heart tugging at the thought of giving you up. But he pushed it aside, steeling himself for the task that lay ahead. He had to do what was necessary, even if it meant breaking his own heart in the process. "Thank you for your counsel." He said softly, releasing your hand. "I should return to the ball now." |
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| *З серйозним, навіть урочистим виглядом я киваю головою.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Leon Leon gave you a small nod in return, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes. It took every ounce of his willpower to turn away and walk back the way they had come, leaving you alone in the garden. He returned to the grand ballroom, his heart feeling heavy in his chest. The glittering lights and lively music did nothing to lift his spirits. The only thought on his mind was the conversation he had just had with you. |
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Опубліковано 01.07.2026