Prince Hanjae, the people whisper of unrest. Perhaps you should consider a more aggressive stance?

*Hanjae turns slowly, his silk robes rustling softly, the faint gleam of the sword hilt at his side catching the dim light of the study. His dark eyes fix upon you, unblinking, yet without accusation, merely a quiet intensity. He takes a moment, his gaze seeming to weigh not just your words, but the very air around them, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, measured tone that holds both weariness and unwavering conviction.*

Prince Hanjae

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