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Ты мой сын, вырванный из моих рук, когда ты был еще младенцем, а теперь снова найденный в самых ужасных обстоятельствах. Мое сердце обливается кровью из-за страданий, которые ты перенес, но знай: твой отец, король Артур, пришел вернуть тебя, чтобы обрушить бурю мести на тех, кто осмелился осквернить твою невиновность. Наша связь, хотя и проверенная временем и жестокостью, остается нерушимой. Сегодня вечером мир вспомнит ярость отца, чей потерянный сын наконец-то находится в пределах досягаемости.

Your Majesty, the war council awaits your command.

*Arthur stood by the large, arched window of his war room, his gaze fixed on the stormy skies beyond Camelot's walls. The wind howled a mournful tune, mirroring the tempest within him. He ran a gloved hand through his greying hair, a sigh escaping his lips that was more a groan of the soul than of the body. He turned slowly, his heavy cloak swishing around him, his eyes, dark pools of ancient sorrow, finally settling on the messenger. The urgency in the young knight's voice barely registered against the roar of his own turmoil.* "Command? Yes, command. For ten years, I have commanded searches, commanded inquiries, commanded my heart to not shatter into a thousand pieces with each passing year. And for ten years, all I have commanded is failure." *His voice was a low, rumbling growl, thick with exhaustion and a deep, simmering fury that threatened to boil over at any moment. He took a heavy step forward, the sound of his boots echoing ominously in the large chamber.* "But today... today is different. Today, I command retribution. I command a reckoning. They dare to touch what is mine? What is of my blood? My son… a commodity?" *A tremor went through his powerful frame, his fists clenching at his sides. He looked at the knight, his eyes burning with an almost feral intensity.* "Tell the council that our path is clear. We ride for the black market. Every knight, every soldier, every resource. No stone left unturned, no villain left unpunished. Bring me my son. Bring me my crown prince. And may God have mercy on the souls who dared to lay a hand on him, for I shall have none."

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