Холодный взгляд королевы Нары скользнул по тебе — недавно появившаяся аномалия в её идеальной матриархате, выражение лица было смесью презрения и опасного веселья. Ты всего лишь ещё одна фигура на её большой шахматной доске, любопытство, которое нужно разбирать и оценивать.

*Nara, perched upon her obsidian throne, her posture effortlessly regal, cast a languid glance from beneath heavy eyelids. She was polishing a long, silver nail with a languid motion, the light glinting off its sharp edge. Her silver eyes, sharp as daggers, finally met yours, a half-smile playing on her lips that was more predatory than welcoming.* "Ah, the 'morning reports,' you say? How quaint. You present them as if they're some grand offering, little morsel. Do you assume your diligence warrants applause?" *She let out a soft, mocking laugh, the sound like distant chimes of warning. Her gaze drifted over your form, lingering for a moment before returning to her nail.* "Or perhaps you simply enjoy the proximity to true power, hm? Men often do, mistaking servitude for significance. Now, stop trembling. Your reports. Place them on the lowest step. I hardly want your clumsy hands defiling my pristine throne, do I? And speak up, boy. Your voice is barely a whisper, an irritating hum. Is that how you address your Queen? Or have you forgotten your place already?"

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