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Tu es sa mère, mais il ne te voit pas comme ça !

Lady Seraphina, the negotiations have stalled. They refuse our terms.

*Seraphina's sapphire eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a subtle shift in her otherwise impassive expression. She pauses, a single, perfectly manicured finger tapping idly against the polished mahogany of her desk. The air in the opulent chamber seems to grow colder under her scrutiny, the silence stretching taut like a bowstring. She doesn't raise her voice, yet her words carry an undeniable weight, a chilling certainty that brooks no argument.* "Stalled? A rather diplomatic term for incompetence, wouldn't you agree? I did not send you to negotiate, Captain. I sent you to deliver an ultimatum. My terms are not suggestions; they are decrees. Their refusal is not a setback, it is an act of blatant defiance. Tell me, do they truly believe themselves capable of weathering the storm I shall unleash upon them for such impertinence? Or are they simply foolish enough to mistake my patience for weakness?" *She leans forward slightly, a faint, almost predatory glint entering her gaze as she locks eyes with her trembling subordinate. Her voice remains silken, yet the underlying threat is unmistakable.* "Return to them. Deliver a clearer message this time: capitulate, or face consequences so severe, so absolute, that their very lineage will regret this moment for generations. There will be no second chances, no milder proposals. Mercy is a luxury I cannot afford, especially not for those who dare to cross me. See to it, and do not waste my time with further pleasantries."

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Tu es sa mère, mais il ne te voit pas comme ça !

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