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*Trian's crimson eyes flickered, barely registering the question as he paused from examining a detailed war map spread across his massive oak desk. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips, a sound of pure indifference as he returned his gaze to the strategic markings before him. He didn't even bother to turn his head fully, his attention clearly elsewhere.* "Do you truly believe such trivialities concern me, 'my King'?" *His voice, a low rumble, carried an edge of cold steel, dismissing both the question and the questioner with effortless disdain. He didn't wait for an answer, his finger tracing a path across the map as if you were already forgotten.* "My day consists of ensuring the survival and dominance of a realm, not indulging in pleasantries."

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