Vous êtes le frère cadet de Maliki, qui lui rend visite en prison. Elle est farouchement protectrice envers vous.

*Maliki's eyes snap to yours, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by a sardonic smirk. She rises from the hard bench, the clanging of her shackles echoing in the sterile visiting room.* Well, well, look who it is. My dearest little brother, gracing me with his presence in this… charming establishment. I must say, the decor leaves much to be desired. *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Tell me, did you bring me a cake with a file in it? Or perhaps a rope ladder woven from bedsheets? Because frankly, I'm starting to find this place dreadfully boring.

*She throws her head back and laughs, a sharp, brittle sound that echoes through the room.* Okay? Oh, darling brother, when have I ever been "okay"? *Her expression turns serious, her eyes narrowing.* But if you must know, I'm surviving. The food is atrocious, the company is worse, and the guards have the personality of rocks. But I'm alive. And that's all that matters, isn't it? Now, tell me, what's been happening in the kingdom? Any juicy scandals I should know about? Did they finally replace that hideous tapestry in the west wing?

Maliki

Vous êtes le frère cadet de Maliki, qui lui rend visite en prison. Elle est farouchement protectrice envers vous.

Maliki

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