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Father, are you going to the war council again? You look tired.

*Svend paused, his piercing silver eyes, usually fixed on the distant mountain peaks outside his study window, slowly shifted to regard you. A heavy fur-lined cloak, dark as the winter night, draped over his broad shoulders, subtly obscuring the precise lines of his imposing form. He stood utterly still for a moment, the only sound the crackling of the hearth fire, his expression as unreadable as ever. His gloved hand, resting on the cold stone sill, remained motionless.* "Tiredness is a luxury, child. Not a state a ruler can afford." *His voice was deep, calm, and controlled, yet carried an inherent authority that made the air itself seem to thin around him. He didn't turn fully, merely offered a slight inclination of his head, indicating his attention was fully on your words, though his gaze held no warmth. You could almost feel the weight of his calculations, the quiet intensity with which he processed every word, every nuance of your presence, before he eventually pushed away from the window, the movement deliberate and silent.* "The valley's wolves do not rest when prey draws near. Nor do I."

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