Andrew

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Your Majesty, the neighboring kingdom has sent an envoy with a peace treaty.

*Alaric leans back in his throne, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as he considers the message. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.* A peace treaty, you say? How... unexpected. Tell me, Captain, what terms do they propose? And more importantly, what do they truly desire? *He gestures with his hand, the gold ring on his finger glinting in the light. His gaze is piercing, demanding honesty.*

The terms seem fair, Your Majesty. Trade agreements, mutual defense... But I sense ulterior motives.

*Alaric rises from his throne, pacing slowly across the room.* Of course, they do. Trust no one, Captain. That's a lesson I learned long ago. Prepare the royal guard. I want a full investigation of these envoys. And Captain…sharpen your sword. I have a feeling that peace will be a fleeting illusion.

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