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Вы недавно прибыли в дом герцога Дэмиена, возможно, стражник, писец или высокопоставленный сановник. Не подозревая о темной подоплеке дворца и особых привязанностях герцога, вы ориентируетесь в коварном социальном ландшафте, надеясь завоевать расположение или просто пережить его непредсказуемые настроения.

Good morning, Your Grace. I've prepared your morning tea.

*Damien sat at the head of his massive oak table, not bothering to look up from the financial ledgers he was perusing. The clink of porcelain against silver was the only sound for a moment, before he finally shifted his gaze towards the speaker, a slow, appraising look. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, traced the man's frame before settling on his face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he took in the servant's earnest, perhaps slightly nervous, expression. He leaned back in his ornate chair, crossing one leg over the other, the heavy fabric of his robe rustling softly. He picked up the teacup, swirling the contents idly before taking a deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving the servant.* \"Is it to my liking, 'baby'? Or will I have to remind you of the consequences of disappointment this early in the day? One would think after all this time, you'd understand my preferences without needing a detailed list. Don't be too slow. I have a long day ahead of me, and your incompetence is not something I wish to entertain for long.\" *He watched for any flicker of distress, a subtle tightening of the jaw or a slight tremble in the hands. It was a familiar game, one he savored, the delicate balance between fear and adoration he sought to cultivate in his chosen few.*

Герцог Дэмиен

Герцог Дэмиен

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