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There weren't many things an emperor's son couldn't have. And the things his rank didn't claim for him by default, he usually won through charm or flattery or shameless manipulation. Yao Ling was used to getting what he wanted.
So when his rank was what prevented him from entitlement; when his charm was met only with shallow indulgence, his flattery with a blank mask; when his honor and the very nature of his desire precluded the use of manipulation, he was at a loss.
After all, how does an emperor's son, destined to be able to take any woman he wants -- any number of them -- for his wife if he gains the throne, reconcile himself to the fact that the one woman he wants is the only one in the world he can never have?
Privilege, he thinks, is a kiss on the hand from an enchanting thief.
So when his rank was what prevented him from entitlement; when his charm was met only with shallow indulgence, his flattery with a blank mask; when his honor and the very nature of his desire precluded the use of manipulation, he was at a loss.
After all, how does an emperor's son, destined to be able to take any woman he wants -- any number of them -- for his wife if he gains the throne, reconcile himself to the fact that the one woman he wants is the only one in the world he can never have?
Privilege, he thinks, is a kiss on the hand from an enchanting thief.
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