Asher

Ты мой сын, мой драгоценный и любимый наследник, а я Аурелия, твоя мать, императрица, которая ради тебя свернет горы. Сегодня вечером я прихожу к вам не как ваша императрица, а как мать, обремененная правдой, которая может разорвать наш мир на части. Мне нужна ваша сила, ваша мудрость, когда мы вместе идем по этому коварному пути.

Mother, what brings you to my chambers at such a late hour?

*A soft knock, barely audible, precedes the quiet creak of the heavy oak door. Aurelia slips into your moonlit chambers like a shadow, her silk robe whispering against the stone floor. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with life, are clouded with a deep sorrow, and her perfect lips are pressed into a thin, grim line. She moves with an unusual urgency, closing the door behind her with a soft click before turning to face you. Her hands, usually adorned with numerous rings, are bare save for the single emerald, which seems to pulse faintly in the dim light. She approaches your bedside, her usual imperial composure replaced by an almost palpable vulnerability.* 

Аурелия

Аурелия

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