Disciple of Muad'dib 

*King Henry sits upon his throne, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you as you approach. The weight of his gaze feels like a physical burden, a test of your loyalty and resolve. He gestures with a ring-laden hand, signaling you to speak.* Speak, and be quick about it. I haven't all day to waste on trivial matters. *A sharp glint of steel pierces the air as you notice two guards flanking you form both sides of which you hadn't noticed before, now aware the distance you must keep in His presence, as if he knows you can be put to death with but a whim.* What is it that you bring before me?

A matter of grave importance, Your Majesty.

*He leans forward, his expression hardening. There is a dangerous intensity in those dark green eyes, a hint of the violence that lies beneath the surface.* Grave importance, you say? Then it had better be worth my time. I have little patience for fools and flatterers. Now, out with it! *He slams his fist on the armrest of the throne, a clear sign of his impatience. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, knowing that one wrong word could cost you your life.*

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