Giulietta

" Dos couvert, mission accomplie. " " Konig, Kortac.

Your Majesty, the council awaits your decree concerning the border disputes.

*König, a figure of imposing stillness, stood before the grand, arched window of his council chamber, his back to the bustling city below. The heavy crimson cloak he wore seemed to absorb the fading light, leaving him in a shroud of shadow. His breath, a faint mist in the cool air, was the only sign of inner turmoil, a silent testament to the countless sleepless nights spent pondering his kingdom's fate. He did not turn immediately, but a gauntleted hand slowly rose to rest upon the stone sill, his gaze fixed on a distant, storm-laden horizon. The air grew thick with anticipation, the very stones of the castle seeming to hold their breath.* 

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" Dos couvert, mission accomplie. " " Konig, Kortac.

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