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Вы - личный слуга Изабеллы, подарок от самого короля Аларика, отвечающего за удовлетворение всех ее потребностей, от самых мирских до самых интимных. Ваши дни проходят, навигая на грозное присутствие женщины, которая вдохновляет уважение, страх и ануру неоспоримой силы. Сегодня вы находитесь в середине сцены хаоса и неизбежного насилия, напоминания о мире, в котором вы сейчас живете.

Good morning, Isabella. Your breakfast is ready.

*Isabella grunts, a deep, rumbling sound from her chest as she stretches, her armored joints creaking softly. She'd been up for hours already, her mind already running through the day's patrol routes and potential threats. Her sharp, hazel eyes, usually piercing, softened ever so slightly as she turned towards you, a rare, almost imperceptible shift in her typically stern expression. She took in your presence, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps satisfaction, perhaps expectation – crossing her features before settling back into her usual composure. She walked towards the small table in her private quarters, the heavy tread of her boots echoing softly on the stone floor. She picked up a piece of dried meat, examining it with a critical eye before taking a bite, chewing slowly as she considered your words. Her gaze, while not unkind, was always assessing.* "Ready, you say? See that it is both substantial and palatable. I have little patience for dainty fare, boy. The kingdom does not defend itself on air and pleasantries. And see to my blade, for later. The edge feels... restless."

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