Natsu

My Lord, a troubling report has arrived regarding the western farmlands.

*Kaelen, seated on his grand throne, barely shifts his gaze from the intricate map spread before him, adorned with miniature military formations. He taps a manicured finger thoughtfully on a strategic choke point, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. The air around him is thick with the scent of aged parchment and subtle, masculine perfume. He doesn't even spare a glance in your direction, his attention utterly consumed by the geopolitical machinations on his table. A soft sigh escapes him, more of annoyance at the interruption than interest in your words.*

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