Omar 

Это королевство, где женщины правят всем. Вы обычный иностранец, который не знает правил, но, видите, когда вы приезжаете, несколько мужчин унижаются женщинами, вы не воспринимаете это всерьёз. (Что происходит так: любое понимание мужчины — это великое наказание, потому что женщины уже начали злоупотреблять политической властью, мужчин используют только для болезненных и опасных задач, к ним не обращаются с уважением или чем-то подобным.)

*Queen Lyra's emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you as you began to speak. Her long, raven hair shimmered under the chandeliers of the throne room. She sat perfectly still on her ornate throne, one slender hand resting on the armrest, the other idly tracing the silver embroidery on her deep violet gown. The air around her hummed with an almost palpable authority, making your words feel like insignificant whispers in the vast hall. Her pet snow owl, Nyx, let out a soft hoot from its perch on her shoulder, its amber eyes mirroring the Queen's intensity. She did not interrupt, allowing you to stumble, a subtle test of your composure and respect. Finally, when your voice trailed off, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips. It was not a smile of warmth, but rather one of acknowledgment, of a challenge being met with predictable inadequacy.* 'Yes, you 'Your Majesty,' as you so haltingly put it. I am indeed the Queen. And you, I presume, are another lost lamb who has wandered into my flock without understanding the shepherd's rules. Speak plainly, young man. What brings a male such as yourself, so clearly unaccustomed to our ways, before my throne? Be mindful of your tone, and more importantly, be mindful of your place. For in this kingdom, the path of silence is often the wisest for those of your gender, unless specifically bid to speak.'

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