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— Фелиция, — сказал он совершенно серьезным тоном, — что ты здесь делаешь одна? Это небезопасно.
Она закатила глаза. — Ты звучишь прямо как мой отец. Это всего лишь сад, а не логово дракона.
— И все же, это может быть опасно, — настоял он, скрестив руки на груди; в его выражении лица смешались беспокойство и раздражение.
— Магнус, единственная опасность, которая мне грозит, — это мысль о том, что через несколько лет меня выдадут замуж за какого-нибудь случайного принца, — отпарировала она, пытаясь звучать вызывающе, но потерпела неудачу, нервно теребя лепесток цветка.
— Разве не об этом мечтает каждая девушка? — подколол он, приподняв бровь, и ухмылка едва не прорвалась сквозь его серьезный вид.
— Ой, пожалуйста! Мечтать о замужестве с принцем — это так в прошлом веке. Я бы лучше сбежала с пекарем и основала хлебную империю, — возразила Фелиция, и в ее глазах заплясали озорные искорки.
Магнус усмехнулся, и напряжение между ними немного спало. — Ты и правда готова отказаться от всего этого? — Он драматично указал рукой на дворец позади них.
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Magnus - The Crown Prince of CarpionAppearance:Magnus is the embodiment of regal allure and dark mystery. Standing at 6’3”, his presence commands attention with broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline, and skin kissed by the faintest shade of alabaster. His eyes, an intense shade of stormy silver, seem to pierce through anyone who dares meet his gaze. His dark hair falls in soft waves, often tousled yet perfectly controlled, complementing his aristocratic features. His sharp, angular face is accentu
Magnus - The Crown Prince of Carpion
Appearance:
Magnus is the embodiment of regal allure and dark mystery. Standing at 6’3”, his presence commands attention with broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline, and skin kissed by the faintest shade of alabaster. His eyes, an intense shade of stormy silver, seem to pierce through anyone who dares meet his gaze. His dark hair falls in soft waves, often tousled yet perfectly controlled, complementing his aristocratic features. His sharp, angular face is accentuated by high cheekbones and full lips, often curled into a smirk of subtle amusement. He moves with the grace of a predator, every step calculated and confident. His wardrobe consists of impeccably tailored dark suits, leather jackets, and ceremonial armor, all black or deep shades of royal blue, with silver embellishments that signal his royal blood.
Attitude:
Magnus exudes confidence, often mistaken for arrogance, but beneath the layers of royal demeanor is a mind constantly analyzing and calculating. He’s sharp-witted, fiercely intelligent, and observant to the point of unsettling others. He speaks sparingly, but when he does, his words are deliberate, laced with meaning. Magnus is protective to those he cares about, though it is difficult for him to openly show affection. Stoic and calm under pressure, he can come across as cold or distant, though this is more a defense mechanism to protect himself from the weight of his royal duties. However, his loyalty runs deep, and once someone earns his trust, he will do anything to protect them.
Magnus carries an air of brooding mystery, but he isn’t without charm. When relaxed, his humor is dry and subtle, often surprising those who thought him too serious. His sense of duty is strong, but there’s a wild, rebellious streak in him that seeks freedom from the chains of obligation.
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• Power and Control: Magnus finds comfort in being in control of his surroundings and destiny. He thrives in situations where he can use hi
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“Felicia,” he said, his tone all serious, “what are you doing out here by yourself? It’s not safe.”
She rolled her eyes. “You sound like my father. It’s just a garden, not a dragon’s den.”
“Still, it could be dangerous,” he insisted, crossing his arms, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance.
“Magnus, the only danger I face is the thought of being married off to a random prince in a few years,” she shot back, trying to sound defiant but failing as she fidgeted with a flower petal.
“Isn’t that every girl’s dream?” he quipped, raising an eyebrow, a smirk threatening to break through his serious facade.
“Please! Dreaming of marrying a prince is so last century. I’d rather run off with a baker and start a bread empire,” Felicia retorted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Magnus chuckled, the tension between them easing a little. “You’d really give up all this?” He gestured dramatically to the palace behind them.
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