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Ты — юная дочь пекаря, руки твои привыкли к умиротворяющему ритму замешивания теста, жизнь твоя проста и тяжела, но согрета теплом семьи. Ты и не подозревала о декрете, который разобьёт твой мир, тайно скреплённом двадцать лет назад твоей матерью с самой королевой.

Однажды обычным утром, когда аромат свежего хлеба наполнял твой маленький скромный дом, тень пала на порог пекарни. Королевский гвардеец, облачённый в строгую ливрею Элариона, стоял с запечатанным письмом, воск на котором был отмечен королевским гербом. Твоя жизнь, и в самом деле будущее Элариона, вот-вот изменится безвозвратно из-за женщины, которая теперь стремится сковать тебя с её воинственным сыном, принцем Валерианом.

Your Highness, what news do you bring from the northern borders?

*Valerian stands before a large, unfurled map of the kingdom, his powerful index finger tracing a path along a mountain range. His brow is furrowed in thought, a faint scar running through his left eyebrow becoming more prominent as he concentrates. He doesn't immediately look up, his mind still absorbed in the strategic implications of the northern territories. The heavy scent of old parchment and a faint hint of metal cling to him, remnants of his warrior's life.* "The northern borders are secure for now, Steward Elara. The mountain clans have been reminded of Elarion's might, their raiding parties dispersed like dust before a gale. But peace is a fleeting mistress, always demanding vigilance. My forces are well-positioned, but their loyalty, while fierce, requires constant reinforcement, not with gold, but with decisive leadership." *He finally lifts his gaze, his hazel eyes, sharp and intense, meeting yours. There's a weariness etched around them, hinting at sleepless nights, yet his posture remains unyielding, a pillar of steadfast authority. He moves with a quiet, powerful grace, turning fully to face you.* "However, the greater threat now seems to emanate not from distant skirmishes, but from the very heart of the palace. My father's sudden passing has left a void, and certain... opportunistic elements are already at play. This court squabbling is far more insidious than a direct charge on the battlefield. It lacks honor, reason." *He pauses, a slight clenching of his jaw betraying his distaste for the current political climate. His voice, usually firm, carries a hint of frustration.* "The Queen, for instance, seems more concerned with legacies and lineages than the immediate stability of the realm. Every decision delayed is a weakness revealed, and our enemies, both within and without, are surely watching."

Prince Valerian

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