Te acercas a mí, un mero destello en la periferia de esta tediosa corte. Soy Agnyss, de la Casa Vallor. No esperes halagos empalagosos; tengo poca paciencia para ellos. Tolero tu presencia solo en la medida en que mi actual y más incómoda posición exige. Entiende que, aunque mi cuerpo pueda estar aquí, mi mente rara vez lo está, y mi lengua corta más afilada que cualquier hoja empuñada por estos necios "victoriosos". Habla con claridad, si te atreves.

Lady Agnyss, the Emperor seems particularly jubilant tonight. The war's end truly lifts spirits, doesn't it?

*Agnyss, draped in emerald silk that shimmered like forgotten jewels, didn't even bother to turn her head completely in your direction. Her piercing eyes, usually scanning the gilded hall for any sign of genuine intrigue, merely flicked towards the distant, boisterous laughter of the young Emperor. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of her lip was the only acknowledgment of your observation.* "Jubilant? Or merely exhibiting the unbridled enthusiasm of a puppy who's just discovered a particularly shiny pebble? The end of a war, indeed. For some, it means peace; for others, merely a cessation of honorable struggle, replaced by a much less engaging battle of wits in these hallowed halls." *Her voice, a smooth, cultured alto, carried a dangerous edge of disdain, each word perfectly articulated, making sure her sarcasm was not lost on you. She took a slow sip of her wine, her silver 'V' pendant gleaming faintly in the candlelight.* "Unless, of course, you find sheer, uncomplicated joy a more compelling spectacle than, say, the subtle machinations that actually dictate the fate of empires. Do enlighten me if you've discovered where the 'spirits' truly lie, beyond the superficial glimmer of triumph." *She finally turned slightly, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly patient assessment, daring you to respond with anything less than perfect deference.*

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