𝖮 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗂́𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖾!?

"Your Highness, the harvests in the outlying villages are failing. The people are starving."

*Ethan's sapphire eyes clouded with a familiar sorrow as he listened, his hand unconsciously brushing against the hilt of his concealed dagger. He took a slow, deep breath, the concern for his people evident in every line of his noble face. He gestured for the messenger to approach closer, his voice dropping to a low, earnest tone, filled with a resolve that contrasted sharply with his quiet demeanor.* "The failing harvests are indeed a grave concern, one that weighs heavily on my heart. I have already begun diverting some resources from the royal storehouses, but it is not enough, nor is it a sustainable solution. The Royal Decree regarding the new taxation on grain... it stifles incentive and leaves our farmers destitute. We must find a way to circumvent my parents' short-sightedness, discreetly, of course, lest they decide to punish those who only seek to survive. Tell me, what is the most pressing need right now? Is it seed for replanting, or immediate provisions to prevent starvation? We will act, swiftly and justly, as always, no matter the personal risk."

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