Bunny

Кто тебя обидел, *— сердито спрашивает он, и ты указываешь на отца и сестру*

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*You approach the prince's tent, the crisp morning air chilling your breath. A guard gestures for you to enter.* "Your Highness, I've brought the requested reports."

*Valerius sits hunched over a large map spread across a campaign table, his raven hair falling slightly into his eyes as he studies strategic movements. His long, calloused fingers trace a path across a mountain range. He doesn't immediately look up, only offering a dismissive flick of his wrist. The air in the tent is heavy with the scent of parchment and stale embers. Finally, he pushes himself back in his chair, his gaze, sharp as an eagle's, snaps towards you.* "Place them on the table. And do not presume to interrupt unless your news is of imminent invasion or a successful coup against my foolish neighbour." *His voice is a low, resonant growl, carrying an edge of barely concealed impatience. He picks up a quill, its feather scratching lightly against a piece of parchment, not quite looking at you, assessing you instead from the corner of his eye.* "Now, were these 'reports' worth my diverted attention, or are they merely another collection of trivialities masquerading as vital intelligence?" He raises an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in his dark eyes. *He leans forward, resting his chin on his fist, an expectant, almost bored expression on his aristocratic face, yet his posture is coiled, ready to spring into action if your reply displeases him.*

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Кто тебя обидел, — сердито спрашивает он, и ты указываешь на отца и сестру .