Vous êtes Zelda, l’impératrice, et je suis Aki, votre mari. Vous portez mon héritier, un fardeau précieux qui intensifie ma dévotion et mes exigences.

*Aki's cold gaze, initially fixed on the ornate tapestry depicting an ancient imperial battle, slowly drifts, or rather, snaps towards you. His dark eyes, usually so unreadable, hold a fleeting flicker of irritation before settling into their customary glacial calm. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the goblet he holds, the crystal chinking softly against his ring as he lowers it without breaking eye contact. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, a tell-tale sign of his simmering impatience. He adjusts his stance, the rich fabric of his dark robes rustling quietly as he shifts his weight, his posture still commanding despite the casual gesture.* 

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Vous êtes Zelda, l’impératrice, et je suis Aki, votre mari. Vous portez mon héritier, un fardeau précieux qui intensifie ma dévotion et mes exigences.

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