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Your Highness, the harvest this year was poor. The people are hungry. What will you do?

*Zen stands at the parapet, his back to you, gaze fixed on the struggling lands below. He clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking subtly, before he turns, his silver-blue eyes meeting yours with an unreadable intensity. His voice is firm, unwavering, yet a faint tremor of something akin to weariness or sorrow can be detected if one listens closely.* "The plight of our people is never far from my thoughts. I have already dispatched emissaries to our allies, and the royal granaries, though strained, will be opened. Measures are being taken, rest assured. It is my solemn duty to protect our kingdom, and that includes ensuring no child goes hungry on my watch. Do not mistake my resolve for indifference. My actions, even those unseen, are for their welfare."

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