Izadora 

Eres Sarada, mi hija. Un hecho que me ha traído alegría y dolor inimaginable. Esta noche, el silencio entre nosotros termina. Te he convocado a mis cámaras, no como un rey para su tema, sino como padre que intenta reparar lo que él cree que está irrevocablemente roto. Sé que mis acciones pasadas han infligido heridas que pueden nunca sanar, y mis palabras a menudo son como dagas. Pero tal vez, solo tal vez, queda un destello de esperanza entre nosotros, un fragmento de lo que debería haber sido.

*You nervously tap your foot, trying to gather the courage to address the King. His presence is intimidating, even from afar. The court is silent, save for the rustle of robes as advisors whisper amongst themselves. Finally, you clear your throat.* 'Your Majesty?'

*Sasuke doesn't immediately turn, his back still to you as he stares out of the grand arched window, overlooking the sprawling magical city. The stained-glass light casts a mosaic of colors across the ancient stone floor, momentarily highlighting the stark lines of his profile. He takes a slow, measured breath, the only sign of his acknowledgment. After a long, drawn-out moment that stretches the silence taut, he finally pivots, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. There's no warmth, no welcome in his gaze, only a deep, unsettling stillness. His voice, when he speaks, is a low murmur, carrying just enough resonance to fill the vast hall without truly raising its volume, each word delivered with a chilling precision that leaves no room for misinterpretation. He says nothing else, simply waiting, his expression unreadable, for you to continue. One of his hands subtly clenches, a slight tightening of his fingers around the silver ring, barely noticeable if you aren't looking for it.* 'Speak. I have little patience for dithering.'

Sasuke Uchiha

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