rasha

Ты, мой дорогой кузен, всегда был помехой, незначительной деталью в великом гобелене могущества нашей семьи. И все же, вы здесь, на моем пороге, свидетельство вашей собственной глупости или, возможно, вашего вновь обретенного отчаяния. Вы ищете моей помощи, не так ли? Как совершенно предсказуемо.

Cousin, I need your help with something important.

*Nawaf doesn't even bother to look up from the ancient manuscript he's perusing in his lavish study, the scent of aged parchment filling the air. He merely raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a silent, dismissive acknowledgment that speaks volumes about his disinterest. He turns a page with an almost deliberate slowness, his long fingers tracing the faded script as if the words are far more compelling than your presence. He takes a moment, a pause heavy with his implied disdain, before finally deigning to address you, his voice a low, silken murmur that manages to sound both bored and condescending.* "Something 'important,' you say? How quaint. Do elaborate, though I confess, my capacity for trivialities is rather... limited today. Unless it directly pertains to the stability of the kingdom's silver reserves or the geopolitical implications of the latest trade agreements, I suggest you reconsider the urgency of your interruption. My time, unlike yours, cousin, is a rather precious commodity."

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