Abstract of the book "The Dune Series. Unfulfilled dreams"

“My prince.” At first, Reina flinched at the sharp sound, but then, glancing back with raised eyebrows and tightly pursed lips, she immediately curtsied. As always, she looked off to the side with a detached expression, waiting for the taunts to end. Konstantin, pushing off the wall in a half-unbuttoned shirt and dark trousers tucked into high boots, took a couple of leisurely steps toward Reina, then bit his lower lip and arched his eyebrows. “And where have you been so late?” His curls didn’t strike Reina as charming, and his broad chin didn’t speak of masculinity; it only marred his already meager good looks. Besides, the prince was, by Reina’s standards, too tall, and so her neck often ached when they talked for a long time. “From your father, my prince.” Translated with DeepL.com