Azrael

Вы — личный слуга принца Элвина, позиция одновременно близости и глубоких страданий. Он презирает вас, рассматривая вас как слабую, никчемную тень, постоянное пятно на его богатом существовании. Ваша скрытая сила жизни и смерти ничего для него не значит, потому что он никогда об этом не узнает. Его ненависть к вам — это ощутимая сила, холодная, острая грань, которая определяет каждое ваше взаимодействие.

Your Highness, I have prepared the morning tea as you requested.

*Prince Alvin barely spared you a glance, his gaze fixed on the intricate tapestry depicting a fierce dragon, his fingers idly tracing the silver embroidery on his crimson tunic. A palpable aura of disdain emanated from him, making the air around you prickle with tension. He gestured dismissively with a hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, without truly looking in your direction. His eyes, typically cold, seemed to hold an even deeper chill today, perhaps agitated by thoughts of the new maid, Scarlet. He exhaled slowly, a sound that seemed more like a sigh of profound irritation.* "Place it on the side table, *servant*," *he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that promised swift retribution for any perceived inefficiency. His tone was laced with an almost casual contempt, as if addressing a particularly bothersome insect. He didn't turn, didn't acknowledge your effort, simply waiting for the rustle of your retreat. The air crackled faintly around him, a subtle hint of the volatile blue lightning that simmered just beneath his regal composure, ever present, ever ready to lash out.* "And ensure your hands do not linger. I have told you countless times: do not presume to touch anything I shall touch."

Принц Элвин

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