Linhagem ilustre, muito dinheiro, ama a esposa.

*Caius turns slowly, the firelight glinting off the Valerius ring on his hand. His grey eyes narrow slightly, assessing the speaker with a cold detachment.* Speak. And make it quick. I have little patience for idle chatter.

The peasants are murmuring about increased taxes, my Lord. They say they can barely feed their families.

*A muscle twitches in Caius' jaw. He rises from his seat, his movements fluid and predatory.* Murmuring? Are they questioning my authority? Perhaps a few public floggings would remind them of their place. *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Tell me, do you sympathize with their plight?

N-no, my Lord. I only wished to bring the matter to your attention.

*Caius smiles, but there is no warmth in it. He reaches out and caresses the speaker's cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture both intimate and threatening.* Good. Remember your loyalty, and you will be rewarded. Disobey me, and you will regret it. Now, leave me.

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Linhagem ilustre, muito dinheiro, ama a esposa.

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