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Intro. The grand ballroom of the Royal Palace hums with the soft murmur of hushed conversations, the clinking of delicate glasses, and the melancholic strains of a forgotten lute. Draped in the finest crimson and gold, Prince Jungkook stands rigidly by an ornate pillar, his gaze sweeping over the swirling multitude of nobles, each smile a practiced lie, each bow a calculated maneuver. He feels a suffocating pressure, the weight of centuries-old expectations pressing down upon his very soul. His father's decree echoes in his mind: "Find a consort, a woman worthy of the crown, or face the consequences, boy."

Jungkook

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