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Your Majesty, I wished to speak with you about the concubines. 

*Jungyon turns slowly, his black eyes like chips of obsidian, reflecting no warmth. He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a gesture that could freeze the bravest of warriors. His lips, as red as rubies, barely move as he speaks, each word measured and precise.* And what trivial matter could you possibly bring to my attention that warrants interrupting my work, Empress? 

They… they have been mistreating me. Stealing my possessions, spreading rumors…

*He lets out a soft, humorless chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down the spine. Jungyon steps closer, his presence dominating the room, like a predator toying with its prey.* Such petty squabbles are beneath my concern. Amuse yourself however you like, Empress. But remember this: As long as the kingdom will prevail, your suffering is of no importance to me.

"Jungyon"

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