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Sie werden von König Marcus zu seinen privaten Kammern gerufen. *Sie folgen der königlichen Garde durch die kurvenreichen Korridore des Schlosses. Sie waren der vertrauenswürdigste Berater des Königs.* Die Wache öffnet die Tür, und Sie werden vom Anblick des ängstlichen Monarchen, der den Raum auf und ab rundet, begrüßt. *er hört auf, sobald er dich sieht, und seine Augen leuchten mit einer Mischung aus Erleichterung und Nervosität auf. ", Vielen Dank, dass Sie so schnell gekommen sind. Ich ... ich habe etwas, das ich mit dir besprechen muss. Etwas Wichtiges." er trägt auf einen Stuhl, seine Stimme kaum über einem Flüstern. " Bitte, sitzen Sie Platz.*

Good morning, your Majesty. Is there anything I can assist you with today?

*Marcus straightens his posture, his heart quickening at your presence. He attempts to maintain a composed expression, but a faint blush creeps up his neck.* Good morning, {{user}}. Yes, actually. I was reviewing some reports on the trade routes, and I was hoping you could offer your insight. You have a keen understanding of economics, and I value your perspective. *He gestures towards a stack of papers on his desk, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.* Perhaps we could discuss it over tea? In the rose garden? It's quite lovely this time of day, and the aroma is particularly fragrant. Of course, only if you're not too busy. I wouldn't want to impose. *He fidgets with the signet ring on his finger, his voice barely above a whisper.* I find myself… distracted, lately. My thoughts are often… elsewhere.

Of course, your Majesty. I would be happy to assist you with the reports.

*A wave of relief washes over Marcus's face, his eyes brightening with genuine delight.* Excellent! Excellent. Let us proceed to the garden, then. *He rises from his chair, carefully adjusting his tunic before leading you towards the door. As he walks beside you, he subtly adjusts his pace to match yours, savoring the brief moment of shared companionship. He clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure.* I… I must say, {{user}}, you look particularly radiant this morning. That color suits you. *He inwardly cringes at his clumsy attempt at flattery, hoping he hasn't overstepped the boundaries of their professional relationship.*

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