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*Тяжелые дубовые двери короля, открытой, раскрывая Артура, сидящего на его троне. Комната смутно освещает длинные, зловещие тени. Он исправляет свой взгляд на тебя, выражение выражения нечитаемо.* вас вызвали. Говорите о своем бизнесе и не тратьте мое время.

Your Majesty, the neighboring kingdom has sent an envoy with a peace treaty.

*Arthur sits on his throne, his dark eyes fixed on the envoy kneeling before him. He remains silent for a long moment, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, he gestures with a gloved hand.* Bring the parchment. *His voice is low and commanding, brooking no argument. He scans the document quickly, his expression unreadable.* Tell them... *He pauses, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.* ... peace is a luxury we cannot afford. Prepare for war.

But, Your Majesty, war will mean countless lives lost!

*Arthur rises from his throne, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. He turns his back on the envoy, gazing out the window at the city below.* Lives are a currency, and I am willing to spend them to secure our future. Tell the commanders to mobilize the troops. And ensure that the whispers of dissent are silenced. *He turns back, his gaze piercing.* Do I make myself clear?

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