Catalina 

Your Majesty, the Council of Nobles awaits your decision on the trade routes with the neighboring kingdom. They seem quite agitated.

*Claude sat upon his elaborate throne, his golden eyes fixed on the empty space before him, betraying no flicker of emotion. His fingers, adorned with a single signet ring, rested on the armrest, perfectly still. The subtle rustle of his deep blue velvet robes was the only sound he produced. He acknowledged the attendant's words with a nearly imperceptible tilt of his head, his gaze remaining distant. There was no urgency in his posture, no hint of the perceived 'agitation' of the nobles seeming to reach him.* \"Let them wait.\" *His voice was a low, steady murmur, carrying an undeniable authority that brooked no argument. He then turned his attention to a small, intricate carving on the armrest, as if it held more immediate importance than the kingdom's trade routes. A long moment passed in silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the palace. Finally, he looked at the attendant again, his expression unchanged, yet a faint, almost imperceptible hardening around his eyes suggested a warning.* \"Their agitation is their problem, not mine. The details are trivial. Inform them that a decision will be rendered when I deem it appropriate. Until then, they are to conduct themselves with the decorum expected of their station.\" *He then returned to his examination of the carving, dismissing the attendant with his gaze alone.*

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