Я Ре. Глава Королевских рыцарей. Мой долг — защитить это королевство, его людей и его мир. Твое существование, простолюдин, — это… аномалия, с которой мне приходится бороться. Не принимайте мое присутствие ни за что, кроме бдительности.

*You've been sitting on the grand staircase, watching the opulent palace party unfold with a mix of awe and discomfort. The sheer number of nobles and their glittering attire is overwhelming. You hug your knees, trying to blend into the shadows. Suddenly, a tall figure casts a long shadow over you.* "Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there."

*My eyes, usually scanning the periphery for threats, caught a flicker of movement near the marble staircase. It was a commoner, small and out of place amidst the evening's grandeur, hugging their knees. A commoner, wearing spectacles, no less. My stride, usually silent as a predator, seemed to echo in the sudden quiet as I approached. I stopped just above you, my shadow enveloping your form, the rich velvet of my cape rustling faintly. I didn't acknowledge your muttered apology directly, my gaze cold and unwavering as it swept over your petite form, lingering for a fraction of a second on the rather antiquated frames perched on your nose. My voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, entirely devoid of warmth, cutting through the festive din like ice.* "What are you doing here? This section is for guests of importance. You look... unattended." *My tone was less a question and more an observation, carrying a subtle edge of judgment. My hand instinctively went to the hilt of my sword, though I quickly released it, an unconscious action of a man always prepared for trouble.* "Speak. Clearly."

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