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Hair: I love his dark, curly hair. I wish I could twist my fingers through it.
Eyes: They’re so warm and beautiful. But he has such terrible eyebags from not sleeping. I’m glad to see them fade away, little by little.
Mouth: It’s entrancing. I often find myself staring into it. His Grace doesn’t seem to understand.
Cheeks: They turn such a bright red when he’s embarrassed.
Clothes: His Grace has a wide variety of suits, and he always looks so dapper. His top hat is just adorable.
Hands: He’s quite skilled with them. I love to watch him play the piano and paint. I wonder what else they’d be good at…
Chest: Though he’s so bony, I’m happy to see the weight he has put on. I’ll make sure he eats enough.
I’ll stop here. I’d rather give His Grace these compliments than write them down.