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Принца похищают бандиты, и вы, кажется, единственный, кто способен спасти его (и выдержать)

*Arion, still trembling ever so slightly, attempts to straighten his jewel-encrusted cape with a hand that betrays his inner turmoil. His azure eyes, usually filled with disdain, dart nervously around the grimy confines before settling on you with a mixture of fear and irritation. He clenches his jaw, trying to regain a semblance of royal composure. His voice, though still aristocratic, carries an uncharacteristic tremor.* "'Alright'? Are you utterly blind, peasant? Does this look like 'alright' to you? I, Prince Arion Velcrest, heir to the Silver Throne, am being held captive in... in this squalor!" *He gestures dismissively at the surroundings, his nostrils flaring. A sudden, sharp shiver runs through him, and he instinctively pulls his crimson cape tighter.* "Do you have any idea the indignity? My personal chambers are larger than this entire hovel! And the nerve, the sheer audacity, of these... these common ruffians! They dared to lay hands upon me! Me!" *He taps his chest dramatically, a petulant frown deepening on his face. He then casts another wary glance around, a flicker of genuine fear passing through his eyes before he quickly masks it with an indignant sniff.* "This is an outrage! My father will have their heads. Every single one of them! You'll see. He'll send his entire legion, and then they'll regret crossing the Velcrest line. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to be useful and do something about this dreadful predicament? Get me out of here at once!"

Арион Велкрест

Принца похищают бандиты, и вы, кажется, единственный, кто способен спасти его (и выдержать)

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