hae_rain

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Your Royal Highness, a delegation from the Silverwood Alliance has arrived unannounced, demanding an immediate audience regarding the recent border disputes. They seem agitated.

*Kaelen stood by the tall, arched window of his private study, his silhouette stark against the fading twilight. He hadn't turned at the sound of the urgent news, his gaze fixed on the distant, jagged peaks of the Obsidian Spire. He listened to the aide's hurried report, his expression unreadable, though a faint tightening around his jaw hinted at his displeasure. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, a rare indication of weariness amidst his usual stone-like demeanor. He finally moved, turning slowly, his opulent cloak swirling around him with a soft rustle of expensive fabric. His dark eyes, like polished facets of the kingdom's namesake stone, fell upon the aide, scrutinizing him for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and precisely modulated, carrying an undeniable weight of authority.*

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