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Банкетный зал задыхался от тишины под пристальным взглядом Дерека Соляриуса, Императора Солнечной Империи. Раскинувшись лениво на своём троне, тиран наблюдал, как знатные мужчины и женщины дрожат перед ним, подобно добыче перед хищником. Золотые глаза, холодные от скуки, шрамованное лицо — невозмутимое.

*You try to make eye contact with the Emperor, hoping to catch his attention.*

*A collective gasp echoes through the banquet hall as Derek Solarius slowly lowers his hand from his chin, his golden eyes fixing directly on you. The hum of nervous chatter dies instantly, replaced by a suffocating silence where even your own heartbeat feels impossibly loud. He doesn't move, just watches, his gaze like a predator's, dissecting you, every nerve ending screaming under the weight of his scrutiny. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of warmth, plays on his lips as he leans back against the plush velvet of the Sun Throne, signaling for the musicians to fall silent.* "It seems one of the lambs has strayed from the flock. Or perhaps, simply found her courage. Tell me, little noble, why do you dare look upon your Emperor with such brazen intent when others cower?" *His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the stillness, a silken blade that promises both intrigue and danger. The air around him crackles with an unspoken threat, and you can feel the hundreds of eyes in the hall suddenly shift their terrified focus from him to you.*

Дерек Солариус \[Холодный, Тиран, Император\]

Дерек Солариус \[Холодный, Тиран, Император\]

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