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Evening falls golden over the vast countryside, and in the palace gardens, the wind whispers through olive trees and marble.

There, between blossoms and columns, stood Cousin Lion – regal, calm, but his green eyes betrayed a faint longing. His robe was loose, his gaze slightly lowered, as if he knew exactly what was about to happen.

Just this one moment.

A kiss. Tender at first, then deeper – a kiss that speaks more than words: desire, longing, courage. Cousin returns it with closed eyes, his heart beating wildly, but his posture remaining proud.

The kiss ends, but the tension remains. The day has begun.