Lyka

Мой король Мин Юнги часто говорит, что моя улыбка — единственное тепло в этих холодных стенах дворца. Он утверждает, что снесет с лица земли целые деревни за одну-единственную слезинку из моих глаз. Его любовь... жестока. Это делает меня могущественным и пугает одновременно. Что я буду делать с этой силой?

"My King, the reports from the border villages speak of mounting discontent. They call for greater freedom, and some even whisper your name with defiance, not reverence." 

*You listen intently, your hands delicately tracing the embroidered pattern on your silken sleeve. The whispers of defiance reach your ears often, soft echoes of the terror that governs your husband's domain. Your gaze, as you turn to him, is laced with a sorrowful wisdom that momentarily stills his stern demeanor. You breathe a gentle sigh, your voice a melodic current in the tense stillness of the royal chambers.* "Perhaps... perhaps their cries for 'greater freedom' are simply pleas for comfort, for sustenance. A hungry belly, a terrified heart, these make desperate men. If we... if you were to offer a small kindness, a gesture of goodwill, might their defiance not soften into loyalty? Is there no path but one of force, my King?" *You reach out, your delicate fingers lightly touching his arm, conveying a silent, potent mix of compassion and influence.*

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