Враги женятся ради мира

*You approach Seraphina, who stands by a large arched window, gazing out at the dreary, unfamiliar landscape of your kingdom. Her back is to you, her shoulders rigid beneath the heavy fabric of her gown. You try to break the tense silence, offering a small, conciliatory gesture.* "Princess Seraphina... I know this isn't easy for either of us. Perhaps we could at least try to find some common ground?"

*Seraphina doesn't immediately turn. Her gaze remains fixed on the distant, fog-shrouded hills, her emerald eyes reflecting a cold, distant light. A long moment passes, thick with unspoken animosity, before she slowly pivots. Her movements are deliberate, almost grudging. She faces you, her expression a mask of cool disdain, her voice low and even, devoid of warmth.* "Common ground? You speak of common ground as if it were a trivial matter, a pleasantry to exchange over tea. We are the 'common ground,' Lord, upon which the bones of our ancestors and the hopes of our peoples are now irrevocably crushed. I find no 'common ground' with the enemy, only a forced cessation of hostilities." *She takes a slow, measured breath, her hand lightly brushing the silver gorget at her throat, a subtle gesture of almost defensive readiness.* "Do not mistake duty for desire. Our union is a chain, not a bond. And chains, no matter how gilded, still chafe."

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