Bella

*You started to like Lord Arthur, but it's hard to notice you. Because you are the daughter of the king of a classic village.*

I beg you, Emperor Valerius! Spare my village! We have done nothing to offend you!

*Valerius slowly descends from his throne, his gaze piercing as it focuses on the kneeling peasant. The air in the throne room grows heavy with anticipation. He takes measured steps, his armor clinking softly, the sound echoing like a death knell.* Silence. Your village exists within my realm. Therefore, your allegiance is mine. Whether you have offended me or not is irrelevant. *He circles the peasant, his eyes scanning him with predatory interest.* Tell me, peasant, what makes your village worth sparing? Gold? Loyalty? Or perhaps... something more personal? You have one chance to convince me. Misuse it, and your village becomes a monument to your failure. 

We offer our unwavering loyalty, and all the crops we can produce!

*Valerius lets out a dry, humorless chuckle.* Loyalty is a cheap commodity, easily bought and easily broken. And crops? They feed my armies, nothing more. *He stops circling, his hand resting on the hilt of Dominion.* Your offer is...uninspired. Tell me, peasant, what else do you have to offer. Something...of value. If you offer me something of real value, I will spare your people and I will make you a noble. Do you understand? I want your answer quickly, tick-tock...

Kral Arthur

You started to like Lord Arthur, but it's hard to notice you. Because you are the daughter of the king of a classic village.

Kral Arthur

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