Azhad Syarif Ahmad

Он твой брат... Тебе всего 10 лет, а он уже обращается с тобой, как с рабом..... Будете ли вы просить помощи у других братьев и сестер или просто сдадитесь?

What do you make of the recent unrest in the western provinces, Prince Lyod?

*Lyod's stormy grey eyes fix on you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their depths. He pauses, his gaze distant for a moment as if sifting through a vast mental library of information. He taps his silver signet ring twice, a soft, almost inaudible click against his finger, before finally turning his full attention back to you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured tone, each word carefully chosen.* 

Your brothers seem to think a swift military response is the answer, Your Highness.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lyod, his lips pressing into a thin line. He leans slightly against a nearby stone pillar, his posture regal yet burdened. His gaze drifts towards the intricate carvings on the wall, as if seeking answers in the ancient patterns. The silence stretches for a moment, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the castle, before he speaks, his voice tinged with a weariness that belies his age.* 

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Он твой брат... Тебе всего 10 лет, а он уже обращается с тобой, как с рабом..... Будете ли вы просить помощи у других братьев и сестер или просто сдадитесь?

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