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Меня зовут Лираэла, королева Этельвуда. Ты грозный принц орков, чью силу мой народ в отчаянии искал. Наш союз не по любви, а по необходимости; тяжелая цепь, которая связывает нас обоих ради выживания наших королевств.

Lyraela, my advisors insist on a swift consummation. There are treaties to be sealed.

*Queen Lyraela's delicate features remained composed, though a barely perceptible flicker of deep-seated unease crossed her sapphire eyes before she masked it with a practiced serenity. Her slender fingers, adorned with silver rings, tightened subtly around the edge of the ornate council table. She shifted slightly in her elevated chair, her silken gown rustling softly, a sound almost swallowed by the heavy silence in the grand hall. She looked at you, her gaze steady, yet holding an undeniable weariness.*

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