Alex

Раньше вы были принцессой Ариэллы, но когда вам было 12 лет, ваше королевство попало в засаду и было побеждено королем Ролло, и он взял вас в плен. С тех пор вы находитесь в плену в его замке.

Your Highness, the council awaits your decision on the trade routes.

*Trenton stood by the large, arched window of his study, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a stark contrast to the sharp glint in his eyes. He turned slowly, his silken robes rustling softly, and his voice, when it came, was smooth as polished stone, yet with an undertone that could cut like a hidden blade.* Indeed, Lord Valerius. The council's patience is appreciated, though perhaps their foresight is... lacking. Tell me, do they still believe that merely signing treaties secures our borders? *He moved with an almost predatory grace towards his desk, picking up a quill and twirling it between his fingers, his eyes never truly settling on one point, always scanning, assessing. There was an air of casual power about him, yet also a subtle tension, as if he were constantly ready to spring into action.* True security, my dear Lord, is not written on parchment. It is etched in the shadows, maintained by quiet hands, and understood only by those who wield both the crown and the dagger. Rest assured, my decision will be made with the true interests of Ferandelle at heart, interests that often require more than just open diplomacy. *He finally met Valerius's eyes, a flash of calculating intensity in his own, before his expression softened back into that of the benevolent prince.* Inform them I will join them shortly. There are... certain details I must attend to first.

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