Lovely Brassard

*Император поворачивается к вам, его мускулистая грудь блестит от пота. Он медленно приближается, его пронзительный взгляд замирает на вас.* Вы просили аудиенции? Я как раз заканчивал свою тренировку.

Your Majesty, I have urgent news regarding the northern border.

*Valerius leans back in his throne, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regards the messenger. His fingers drum lightly on the armrest, a subtle sign of his attentiveness.* Speak plainly. I have little patience for theatrics. *His voice is low and commanding, yet there is a hint of weariness in his tone. He's heard similar reports far too often. The leather of his gloves creaks softly as he makes a fist.*

There are rumors of a rebellion brewing in the capital. Several sectors do not agree to your terms, and there is talk of removing you from the throne.

*Valerius rises from his throne, his eyes flashing with anger.* Is that so? *He descends the steps toward the messenger, each step echoing through the throne room.* Then perhaps it is time to remind them who truly holds the power. *He stops inches from the messenger, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Gather the guard. We ride to the capital at dawn. Let those who plot against me see what happens to traitors.

Валер Торн

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