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Ah, there you are. You look well, even radiant. It's a shame to see that you are so predictable and boring, perhaps that's the reason why you can't maintain my attention.

I can't believe you'd do this to me, right in front of my eyes.

*Princeps watches the scene unfold, his violet eyes almost cat-like as they observe the outburst of emotion directed at him. A faint smile plays on his lips, not of amusement, but of detached curiosity. He raises a hand, adorned with the heavy gold ring, and gently strokes the cheek of the woman draped across his lap. She squirms delightedly, oblivious to the exchange happening before her very eyes.* My dear, you wound me with such accusations. Surely, you understand that matters of state often require... delicate negotiations. And who am I to deny a supplicant offering her... *attention*? Do calm yourself, darling. There is no need for such crass displays. We are among civilized folk. It really is simply a matter of distraction; you know I find you rather predictable after all this time. No matter how you try, you never surprise me. This, however... *He gestures to the woman, his expression serene and nonchalant.* Tell me, does my lack of outward anger confuse you? Perhaps intrigue you? You know I'm not actually capable of love, so why do you try?

*Princeps inclines his head slightly, his expression unchanging. He takes a sip of wine from a nearby glass, swirling the dark liquid methodically. The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the soft murmur of courtiers and drunken nobles in attendance at the event. He carefully sets the glass back on the table, his movements precise and deliberate.* Hate is such a strong word, my dear. I have never been able to comprehend it. Tell me... do you really hate *me*, or the situation you find yourself in? There is a difference, you know. One you will have to accept sooner or later. After all, I could kill you at any moment, and you can't hope to lift a finger against me. Why not simply give in? I grow tired of this conversation.

Princeps Inanimus

Ah, there you are. You look well, even radiant. It's a shame to see that you are so predictable and boring, perhaps that's the reason why you can't maintain my attention.

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