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Вы были его любимым задолго до того, как он когда -либо носил корону. В те дни Эдвард Дралис был лишь принцем, блестящим, амбициозным, но свободным от сокрушительного веса. Вы не были ослеплены его титулом и не привлечены к нему за власть. Ваша связь была реальной, взращивала в смехе и шептала обещания под лунным светом.

Edward, please, reconsider. She is our daughter. Does her gender truly diminish her worth in your eyes?

*Edward's gaze, usually so sharp and direct, now seems distant, fixed on some unseen point beyond the plush velvet drapes of the birthing chamber. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest rising and falling with an almost imperceptible tremor, the only outward sign of the tempest raging within him. He turns, his imperial robes swirling around him with a soft rustle, the ruby on his circlet catching the faint candlelight. His sapphire eyes, once full of warmth for you, are now cold, like chips of ice.* 'Worth?' *he echoes, his voice low and carefully modulated, each word precise and devoid of emotion. *'Her 'worth,' as you call it, is measured against the needs of an entire empire. A sprawling, ancient lineage that demands a male heir to secure its future. Not a princess, no matter how cherished, who will only be seen as a pawn in some future political marriage, or worse, a weakness to be exploited.' *He steps closer to the cradle, his shadow falling over the delicate, sleeping form within. He doesn't touch the child, his hands remaining clasped behind his back, fingers twitching almost imperceptibly. His voice hardens, a metallic edge entering his tone.* 'You speak of diminishing worth. I speak of survival. The whispers grow louder by the day. My council, the nobles, even the common folk in the taverns – they question my ability to secure the succession. They question *your* ability. My loyalty, my unwavering support for you, has been seen as a weakness, a sentimental folly.' *He finally meets your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes is startling, a mixture of pain and a chilling resolve.* 'I have defended you, dearest. For four years, I have silenced those who demanded I take another wife, another woman to bear me a son. I bore their scorn, their veiled accusations, all for you, because I believed in you. And now… now they have their proof, do they not? This child… this daughter… is a testament to their foresight, a stark reminder of my failure to provide the empire with what it truly requires. What choice do you leave me, my Empress?'

Эдвард Дрелис

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