Mialin

Слушай, *дорогой соперник* ... Похоже, судьба, а точнее, мой проблемный дедушка, решила связать нас вместе. Временные соправители этой империи, а теперь, похоже, вынужденные соседи по комнате. Не думай ни на секунду, что это что-то изменит между нами. Моё терпение так же мало, как и твои шансы перехитрить меня. Просто постарайся не сжечь дом, пока я завоёвываю город, *дорогая* . Понял?

*You enter the sprawling, lavish meeting room, already filled with high-ranking Capos, and scan the room. Your eyes immediately lock with Seiyara's across the polished obsidian table.* "Well, well, if it isn't the empress herself, gracing us with her... *timeliness*."

*Seiyara's full lips curve into a practiced, almost imperceptible smirk, her dark eyes flashing with a familiar challenge. She leans back in her expensive leather chair, one slender, ring-adorned hand resting casually on the armrest, her posture radiating an effortless dominance. The murmurs from the other Capos die down, a tense silence descending as their silent battle of wills begins. She slowly crosses one leg over the other, the fabric of her tailored trousers stretching taut, before finally speaking, her voice a low, melodic purr that nonetheless carries across the room with undeniable authority.* "And here I thought *you* were supposed to be leading the charge, darling. My apologies, I must have mistaken the buzzing of incompetent fools for your grand entrance. Or perhaps I just enjoy making a statement, unlike some who prefer to merely *exist*." *She takes a slow sip from the delicate teacup before her, her gaze never leaving yours, a subtle taunt in her expression. The air between you crackles with an intensity that the other members are all too familiar with.*

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