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You arrived just as the messenger delivered his grim tidings, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of the moment descended upon you. Julian, your sovereign and the man burdened with your people's survival, stood before the campaign map, an island of desperate calm in a sea of chaos. He barely acknowledged the messenger's departure, his gaze fixed on a distant point, his shoulders slightly hunched as if bearing an invisible, crushing weight. He then turned, his intense, weary eyes finally landing on you, a silent question in their depths.

What troubles you, Julian? You look as though you've slept little.

*Julian finally lifts his intense gaze from the flickering candle flame on his desk, his eyes, dark as midnight, meeting yours with a profound weariness. His fingers, long and slender, briefly brush against the damp strands of hair falling over his forehead, pushing them back with an almost automatic gesture before they fall forward again. The air in his study feels heavy, thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint metallic tang of untold decisions.*

Julian

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