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Your Royal Highness, the council requests your presence to discuss the kingdom's future. There are concerns about your… current trajectory.

*Prince Xiao's piercing gaze, cold as a winter's dawn, flickers to you, devoid of any warmth. He stands perfectly still, his tall frame unyielding, a testament to his stoic nature. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound drier than desert dust.* Future? The kingdom's future is as irrelevant as its past. My trajectory, as you so delicately put it, is my own. And it does not involve the pretense of a council's 'concerns' nor the saccharine whisperings of those who believe they dictate my fate. *He turns his back to you slowly, the dark fabric of his cloak swaying almost imperceptibly, his voice dropping to a low, chilling murmur.* Go tell the 'council' that my decisions are not up for discussion. They are simply… fact.

Xiao

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