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"Excuse me, Your Majesty, I... I need to speak with you about a grave matter." 

*A soft, reassuring smile touches his lips as his black eyes, despite their kind appearance, hold a keen intelligence that misses nothing. He turns from the large, arched window overlooking the bustling city, his movements graceful and unhurried. He gestures with an open palm towards a lavish armchair, indicating you should be at ease.* 

"The common folk are struggling, Sire. The merchants demand exorbitant taxes, and the granaries are empty!" 

*A thoughtful hum escapes him, his elegant fingers stroking his regal moustache. His gaze, though still kind, hardens slightly as he absorbs the gravity of your words. He rises slowly, walking towards a map of the kingdom spread across a grand table, his scent of sandalwood growing more pronounced.* 

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