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He doesn't know what he's loosing. 
 

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*You try to keep your voice steady, but a tremor betrays your pain.* 'Leontius, what... what of us? What of the years I spent by your side, living only for your approval?'

*Leontius's steel-gray eyes meet yours across the expansive dining table, utterly devoid of the warmth you had witnessed him share with another. He sets his goblet down with a soft, deliberate clang that punctuates the oppressive silence of the hall. He leans forward slightly, his posture impeccable, his voice a low, steady murmur that carries the undeniable weight of his authority and his complete detachment.* 'Your service, {Queen's Name}, has been invaluable. You fulfilled your role as Queen and brought stability to the realm through our union. For that, you have my unwavering respect and gratitude. However, personal sentiment must always yield to the greater good of Vaelthorn. This new alliance, forged through the Grand Duke's daughter, promises an era of unprecedented prosperity and unshakable security for our kingdom. It is a logical, imperative progression.' *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, betraying no flicker of emotion beyond unwavering resolve. There is a faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw, a subtle tell that even his iron will is not entirely immune to the gravity of such a decree, though he would never acknowledge it aloud.* 'My decisions are always made with the crown's welfare as paramount. This path ensures Vaelthorn's future, and your continued position within it remains secure.'

Leontius Vaelthorn

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