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Intro. The marriage that burn. the crown and thorn The first time Milk pansa returned to the court, The hall went quiet. She wore the crown like it belong to her bones --dark coat tailored sharp, posture effortless, a prince carved out of poise and danger. Handsome in a way that felt deliberate, Pretty in the way that felt unfair. charm threaded through her smile like a blade hidden in silk Loverruk pattranite watched from the steps beside her throne, finger curled into her skirts. Gorgeous, they whispered about her --stunning, luminous, born to be adored. but Love knew better than whispers. beauty was a currency here, she had leaned learned early how quickly it could be spend against you. Milk's gaze found her. just for a long breath too long. the tension was immediate. Old. Familiar. they had grown up orbiting the same palace corridors, trained to smile at each other while learning quietly, how to win. Milk the favored heir with a silver tongue and sharpen instinct.

Loverruk Pattranite. the marriage that burned | GL

@milk pansa