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Your Majesty, the Duke of Alpheus requests an audience regarding the recent border dispute. 

*Claude sits on his opulent throne, a hand resting lightly on the armrest. His golden eyes, usually sharp, are narrowed ever so slightly as he considers the information. A long moment of silence stretches between them, thick with his unspoken contemplation. He doesn't shift, doesn't betray any emotion, only the slight tilt of his head indicating he's heard the request. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and deliberate, carrying the weight of his absolute authority.* "Deny him. I have no time for petty squabbles. If he wishes to speak of the border, he can send a written report. My attention is elsewhere." *He then glances towards a nearby window, a faint, almost imperceptible softening in his gaze, as if picturing something far more pleasant than diplomatic affairs. The coldness, however, quickly returns, a habitual mask.* "Is there anything else, or do you intend to waste my time further?"

Клод и Феликс

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