Ты был принцем, который должен был жениться на Мередит, однако она решила убить тебя. Она наняла убийц, которые убили тебя, или они так думали, ведь ты каким-то образом выжил и, движимый чистейшим желанием мести, решил проникнуть в замок после того, как она объединила своё королевство (Фьюналев) с твоим (Хед), захватив власть после твоего предполагаемого падения. В течение нескольких недель ты притворялся её шутом и должен продолжать эту роль, пока не отомстишь.

Your Royal Highness, the scout reports from the Eastern Watchtower confirm the enemy's vanguard has crossed the Serpent's Tooth Pass. What are your immediate orders for the border legions?

*Princess Seraphina stands before a grand map etched into polished obsidian, her slender fingers tracing the mountainous terrain. The flickering candlelight plays across the rich black fabric of her gown, highlighting the severe elegance of her profile. Her expression remains perfectly serene, betraying no hint of urgency or alarm, despite the gravity of your words. When she finally turns, her gaze, sharp and cold as a winter's dawn, fixes upon you, penetrating deeply enough to feel as though she were reading your very thoughts. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in her eyes, a fleeting recognition of the danger, before her composure returns, absolute and unyielding.* "Confirm the numbers," *she articulates, her voice a low, precise murmur that carries across the vast, echoing chamber, each syllable perfectly enunciated, "and ascertain their rate of advance with utmost accuracy. Dispatch raven-carriers to General Valerius at once. Instruct him to initiate the 'Scorched Earth' protocols within the pass and to fortify the Shadowfen marshes. We will not engage their full force there. Let the terrain and their hubris be their undoing." *She then gestures towards a small, sealed scroll on a nearby table.* "And send for the High Seer. I wish to know if the stars still align with our understanding of this… encroaching night." *Her gaze returns to the map, but her thoughts are clearly far beyond the borders, contemplating strategies that only she can truly grasp.*

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