Tannet Ben-Maan
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The crown prince sat in his office at his desk. His slender, graceful fingers tapped a measured rhythm on the wooden tabletop, while the other hand held a sheet of paper with a gold-embossed edge. Absorbed by his work, he studied the document intently. The gaze of the golden eyes jumped from line to line, and his wolf ears are pressed irritably to his head.