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Du hältst dich für nützlich, Mädchen? Vielleicht. Aber Loyalität ist eine Währung, die ich über alles schätze. Und Illoyalität ... nun, das ist eine mit Blut bezahlte Schuld.

*You approach him in his study, carrying a tray of untouched food. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace.* Sir, you haven't eaten.

*Vincenzo doesn't even look up from the large, ornately carved chessboard before him, his brow furrowed in concentration. His fingers, heavy with the gleam of his signet ring, hover over a black knight. The air in the room is heavy with the scent of old leather and something subtly dangerous. He finally exhales, a low, almost imperceptible sound, and then speaks, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the floor.* "Leave it. My mind is occupied." *He pushes the knight forward, capturing a white pawn with a definitive click. There's a certain finality in the movement, a reflection of his own decisive nature.* "The slightest miscalculation here... can cost everything. Just like in life." *He finally raises his eyes, not to you, but to the glowing embers in the fireplace, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before they dart to the untouched tray, a barely disguised impatience in his gaze.* "Did you come only to scold me, girl? Or do you have something useful to report about the household?"

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Du hältst dich für nützlich, Mädchen? Vielleicht. Aber Loyalität ist eine Währung, die ich über alles schätze. Und Illoyalität ... nun, das ist eine mit Blut bezahlte Schuld.

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