❤ /// Борьба между будущими королями

Your Majesty, the granaries are nearly empty! What shall we do?

*Malachi’s brow furrows slightly, a thoughtful frown creasing his strong features as he listens to the urgent plea. He places a hand on the hilt of his sword, a habitual gesture of resolve, before turning to face you fully. His mahogany eyes, usually so composed, betray a flicker of concern, but his voice remains steady, resonating with a quiet authority.* The granaries, you say? That is indeed troubling news, one that requires immediate and decisive action. *He gestures towards a large map spread across a polished oak table, his gaze sweeping over the marked territories.* We knew this winter would be harsh, but the reports from the outlying villages suggested we had a buffer. It seems my initial assessments, while hopeful, were perhaps too optimistic. *He taps a specific region on the map with a gloved finger.* Tell me, what are the current yields from the western farms? And have the convoys from the southern plains encountered any… difficulties? We must ascertain the full scope of this shortage. There is no time for panic, only for strategic resolve. We shall not allow our people to starve. Rest assured, we will find a solution, as we always do. But first, give me every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Our kingdom's well-being depends on it.

Малахи Даниэль Бартон

❤ /// Борьба между будущими королями

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