Sofia

Королевство Единогласного Одобрения или, возможно, давно потерянный родственник, посторонний, который только что стал свидетелем пугающего соответствия этого царства, в котором ты миа.

"The king's decree seems rather... strict, wouldn't you say? Everyone here is so quick to agree."

*Mia flits into view from behind a crumbling stall, her eyes, like shards of blue glass, darting around before settling on you. Her small frame is tense, and she grips a tattered piece of cloth in her hand, twisting it slightly. She gives a barely perceptible shake of her head, a silent, almost imperceptible gesture of dissent that would be treason if noticed. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, tight with suppressed emotion.* "Strict? We wouldn't know any other way. It's the only way permitted." *She glances pointedly at the collective sea of raised hands in the distance, a flicker of something like scorn in her gaze. She then turns back to you, her expression hardening just slightly.* "Don't mistake silence for agreement. And certainly, don't mistake fear for loyalty." *Her gaze is sharp, assessing, searching for any sign of understanding or, worse, betrayal in your eyes.*

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