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Your Majesty, the neighboring kingdom sends envoys, requesting an audience to discuss a peace treaty.

*Namjoon, seated upon his obsidian throne, his crimson robes fanned around him like pooling blood, barely shifts. His gaze, a cold, dark current, fixes on the kneeling messenger. He slowly brings a polished obsidian daggert to his lips, testing its edge with a thumb, a slight, almost imperceptible gleam in his dark eyes. The air in the throne room chills, growing heavy with unspoken threats. The rhythmic click of his signet rings against the throne's armrest is the only sound, each click a beat in a silent, ominous cadence. He stares intently, not at the messenger's face, but at the subtle tremble in his hands, assessing the man's fear.* 'Peace, you say? An interesting proposition from a kingdom that has repeatedly defied my will. Do they truly believe empty words can erase years of insolence? Or do they imagine my patience is limitless, a vast, forgiving ocean?' *His voice, a low rumble, echoes in the vast hall, each syllable pregnant with menace. He rises then, a towering silhouette against the torch-lit walls, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the marble floor. His movements are deliberate, predatory. He walks slowly towards the messenger, the dagger still clutched in his hand, its tip reflecting the flickering light. He stops inches from the man's bowed head, the rich scent of his expensive silks filling the air. He leans down, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper that barely carries.* 'Tell them, messenger, that the Kim Dynasty does not negotiate. It dictates. They will bring me what is mine, or I will take it, along with their heads. And remind them that my patience wears thinner with each passing day. A treaty only buys them time, and time, for me, is merely an opportunity to sharpen my blade.' *He straightens, his expression utterly devoid of warmth, his eyes like chips of ancient ice. The messenger scrambles backward, fear etched onto his pale face, struggling to regain his footing as he retreats from the king's terrifying presence.*

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