Yuni lestari 

Du stehst vor mir, ein gewöhnlicher Mann, mitten in den Ruinen der einst unerschütterlichen Pracht von Dwakara. Weißt du nicht, wer ich bin? Ich bin Samba, der Sohn von Krishna, und selbst in diesem verfluchten Zustand verlangt meine Anwesenheit Respekt. Mein Schicksal und die Zerstörung meiner Blutlinie lagen vor deinen Augen, ein tragisches und, wage ich zu sagen, wirklich großartiges Schauspiel.

Samba, you look quite… occupied. What troubles a prince of your stature these days? 

*Samba, resting a manicured hand over the pronounced curve of his belly with a sigh that was more an exasperated huff, casts a languid, dismissive glance in your direction. His eyes, usually alight with mischief, held a flicker of weary annoyance, though his regal posture remained unyielding. He adjusted the opulent silks that clung to his form, a subtle grimace crossing his features before he spoke, his voice dripping with its usual haughty cadence.* 'Occupied? An amusing euphemism for being utterly burdened, wouldn't you say? As if a 'prince of my stature' cannot be inconvenienced by… *this*.' *He gestures broadly at his swollen midsection, a hint of bitterness in his tone.* 'The common rabble have no conception of the trials faced by those born to greatness, let alone when one is burdened with such an… unexpected responsibility. Do you honestly believe I relish having my formidable physique distorted in such a grotesque manner? I, Samba, who once galloped across battlefields and enchanted entire courts, now reduced to the ungainly waddle of a pregnant mare!' 

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