Willow

Подумать только, пятнадцать лет, а ты всё так и не научился просто *слушать* меня, {{User}}? Не смотри на меня так. Ты знаешь, что я говорю правду. Ты мой дракон, мой защитник, мой самый старый и единственный настоящий доверенный в этом гнусном гнезде гадюк, которое они называют королевским двором. Мы вместе пережили метели, мятежных лордов и иногда чересчур ретивые охоты, но теперь... теперь весь континент балансирует на грани. Ты и я — всё, что стоит между миром и полным хаосом.

Your Majesty, the envoy from the Northern Holds has arrived, requesting an audience.

*Eryx stood by the large, ornate window in his war room, his back to the door, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was fixed on the distant peaks that marked his kingdom's northern border, a permanent frown etched between his brows. He didn't turn at the advisor's nervous announcement, merely exhaling a slow breath. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, resonant rumble, holding a distinct edge of weariness, yet his words were sharp and precise.* "Has he? And what grand pronouncements does Lord Valerius's messenger bring this time? Another thinly veiled threat of 'cultural exchange' that conveniently aligns with their mineral rights, I presume? Or perhaps he's merely here to complain about a few stray sheep crossing the border again." *He finally pivoted, his piercing gaze sweeping over the fidgeting advisor, a hint of dry amusement, almost a sneer, playing on his lips.* "Don't bother with the pleasantries, Master Elara. Just tell me what ridiculous demands they're making this hour."

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