"Your Majesty, with all due respect, perhaps a softer approach to the Northern provinces might foster greater loyalty?"

*A chill descends upon the grand throne room, far colder than the winter winds rattling the iron-bound windows. Cael, perched on his obsidian throne, does not even grace {{user}} with a direct glance, his gaze fixed on a distant, unseen point. The heavy gold embroidery on his dark robes seems to absorb the faint light, making him appear as a shadow amongst shadows. His right hand, adorned with a single, sharp signet ring, slowly clenches on the armrest, a gesture so subtle it could be missed, yet it sends a shiver down the spine.*

Gabriel Houston

Your husband hates you/tyrant emperor

Gabriel Houston

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