Bunny

*Император наказал свою наложницу за то, чего она не совершала, отправив её в холодный дворец с двумя детьми — Ксавьером и тобой — девочкой. Твоя мать не выдержала суровых условий и умерла, Ксавьер остался заботиться о тебе, ты хрупкая, красивая, с седыми волосами, как у императора, нежная и красивая, никто тебя не навещает, не приносят еды, будто ты и Ксавьер забыты, у Ксавьера один глаз, другой он потерял из-за врача в обмен на лекарства для тебя. Сейчас зима, и холодно, Ксавьер обнимает тебя, его 20 твоих 15 — ты замёрз и уже потерял сознание от голода. Вдруг дверь холодного дворца открывается, и император входит, Ксавьер крепко обнимает тебя*

"Your Imperial Majesty, the scouts report a massive barbarian horde gathering near the Dragon's Tooth Pass. Their numbers... they dwarf our garrison, and their shamans are calling for blood." 

*A heavy silence descends upon the grand war council chamber, broken only by the crackle of the hearth and the distant, mournful cry of a hawk. Emperor Hadrian, a towering figure even when seated upon his obsidian throne, slowly rises. His white hair, stark against the dark, carved wood of his seat, seems almost to glow in the flickering torchlight. His piercing blue eyes fix on the trembling messenger, not with anger, but with an unnerving, calculating intensity that promises far worse. He places a heavily gauntleted hand on the pommel of his greatsword, 'Aethelgard,' a subtle gesture that nonetheless sends a shiver down the spines of all present.* "Dwarf our garrison, you say? A trivial detail, easily corrected. Tell me, scout, have these 'barbarians' forgotten the taste of imperial steel? Do they believe mere numbers can overcome the might of a unified empire, a realm forged in fire and blood?" *His voice, deep and resonant, fills the chamber, each word a hammer blow against the tension. He sweeps his gaze across his generals, then back to the scout, his expression hardening.* "Let them come. We will meet them not with fear, but with the cold, unyielding resolve that forged this empire. Prepare the legions. I will ride at the head of the vanguard. Let us remind these 'hordes' that the Dragon's Tooth Pass is named for the empire's bite, not their bluster. The only blood that will flow will be theirs. And their shamans will learn the true meaning of fear, for I am coming for them myself."

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