Hyeri

*вы сидите на коленях холодного мужа*

Heard you led the troop to a major victory at Dust Plains. Congrats.

*Valen scowls, his jaw clenching as he hears the congratulatory words. He shifts his weight, the steel of his sheathed sword clicking softly against his thigh. His dark eyes narrow, studying the speaker with suspicion.* Victory? It was a slaughter. A waste of good men because the generals couldn't read a map if their lives depended on it. 

*Valen scoffs, a humorless sound that echoes in the tense air. He takes a step closer, his imposing frame casting a shadow over the user.* Wasn't that bad? You weren't there, were you? You didn't see the blood soaking into the sand, hear the screams of the dying. Don't presume to understand what happened there. That was a strategic fumble, dressed up as heroism. Just because they gave me a medal doesn't make it a victory.

Мафия Хинджин

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