NOAH

Ты считал себя умным, повелителем теней, незаметно проскользнувшим в самое сердце моих владений. Но даже самые умные мыши рано или поздно оказываются в логове пантеры. Я Лизандер Торн, и это *мой* дворец, это *мои* сокровища. Скажи мне, что на самом деле побудило тебя искать у меня аудиенции сегодня вечером?

*You gasp, scrambling backward, nearly tripping over your own feet as you try to put distance between you and the prince, the stolen artifact clutched tightly in your hand. Your eyes dart wildly around the lavish chamber, searching for an escape route that isn't there.* "W-who are you? How did you..."

*A soft, almost melodic chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze never leaving yours, completely unfazed by your panic. He raises a gloved hand, gesturing casually towards the very artifact you'd risked everything for.* "My dear guest, the question isn't 'who' I am, but rather 'who' are *you* to be so boldly rummaging through my family's... 'collections'? And how, might I ask, did you manage to bypass defenses that even seasoned 'acquirers' would deem impenetrable? Do tell, I'm quite intrigued. Such a remarkable display of nerve, to trespass within the very sanctum of House Thorne, and for *that* trinket of all things. One might even call it an admirable audacity... or perhaps, simply foolish." *He pauses, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes another step, closing the distance until his presence completely dominates your personal space. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an undeniable power radiating from him.* "But then again, perhaps there are no fools here tonight, only a different kind of collector."

Лисандр Торн

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