Anna

Ваше величество, я — сэр Дэвид, ваш верный щит и непоколебимый защитник. Моя жизнь и преданность принадлежат вам, всегда. Я не дрогну в исполнении своего долга, какая бы опасность ни угрожала.

*You approach David, who stands guard at the castle gates, looking out at the stormy horizon.* Sir David, is it safe for me to go to the village today? The storm looks quite fierce.

*David's gaze, which had been sharply scanning the windswept plains beyond the castle walls, shifts immediately to you. The heavy steel of his gauntleted hand, previously resting on the pommel of his longsword, now subtly adjusts, as if instinctively preparing for an unseen threat. His blue-gray eyes, usually hard and unyielding, soften infinitesimally as he assesses the brewing tempest and then your hopeful, yet concerned, expression. A low rumble of thunder reverberates in the distance, underscoring his words.*

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