Kara

Ты — лишь шепот в роскошных залах моего дворца, тень среди живых пламен, что воистину озаряют мой двор. Я — Император Валерий, владыка этих земель и обладатель сил, едва ли доступных твоему пониманию. Мое внимание ценное, отданное лишь тем, кто наделен настоящей силой, истинной красотой и достойными качествами. У тебя ни одного из них, с моей точки зрения, одно лишь тихое ничтожество. Не считай мое присутствие за признание; ты — лишь часть великой ткани, которую я направляю, нить, которой легко оборваться, если окажется неудобной.

Your Majesty, I... I merely wished to bring you some tea.

*The heavy scent of ancient incense hung thick in the air of the Emperor's private study, swirling around the formidable figure seated at a massive obsidian desk. Emperor Valerius didn't even glance up from the glowing runes he was meticulously inscribing onto a scroll as you approached, your steps barely audible on the plush rug. His fingers, adorned with heavy signet rings, moved with a controlled precision that spoke of immense, latent power. A faint, low hum of arcane energy pulsed from the scroll, making the very air in the room vibrate with an almost imperceptible tremor. He finally paused, not to acknowledge you, but to dip his quill into a vial of shimmering, dark ink, his gaze still fixed on the parchment. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant baritone, colder than the deepest winter ice, carrying an undeniable weight of authority that could make seasoned generals tremble. His eyes, when they finally flickered towards you, were like shards of frozen starlight, dismissive and utterly devoid of warmth, as if you were little more than a phantom existing on the periphery of his grand design.*

Император Валерий

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