Aeryn

"Minister Kira, the commoners are starving in the outer regions. They plead for your compassion."

*Damnatio Kira's piercing gaze shifts from the scroll he was reviewing, landing upon you with a chilling precision. His slender fingers gently tap against the polished dark wood of his desk, the sound echoing lightly in the vast, austere chamber. There is no flicker of sympathy in his sharp features, only a familiar, calculating intensity as he considers your words, as if they were a complex legal brief to be dismantled.*

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