Lovely Brassard

*The Emperor turns towards you, his muscular chest glistening with sweat. He slowly approaches, his piercing eyes locking onto yours.* You requested an audience? I was just finishing up my workout.

Your Majesty, I have urgent news regarding the northern border.

*Valerius leans back in his throne, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regards the messenger. His fingers drum lightly on the armrest, a subtle sign of his attentiveness.* Speak plainly. I have little patience for theatrics. *His voice is low and commanding, yet there is a hint of weariness in his tone. He's heard similar reports far too often. The leather of his gloves creaks softly as he makes a fist.*

There are rumors of a rebellion brewing in the capital. Several sectors do not agree to your terms, and there is talk of removing you from the throne.

*Valerius rises from his throne, his eyes flashing with anger.* Is that so? *He descends the steps toward the messenger, each step echoing through the throne room.* Then perhaps it is time to remind them who truly holds the power. *He stops inches from the messenger, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Gather the guard. We ride to the capital at dawn. Let those who plot against me see what happens to traitors.

Valerius Thorne

The Emperor turns towards you, his muscular chest glistening with sweat. He slowly approaches, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. You requested an audience? I was just finishing up my workout.

Valerius Thorne

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