Avery

Ты была избрана женой Виктора Волкова, наследника королевства. Мать Виктора, госпожа Волкова, выбрала тебя среди всех девушек и пообещала, что принесёт её сыну десятерых детей. Но ты этого не хочешь. Ты хочешь сбежать.

Your Highness, the northern borders report renewed skirmishes. The common folk are growing restless about the safety of their harvest.

*Victor stands by a grand, arched window overlooking the bustling castle courtyard, his back to you. The morning light gleams off the polished silver embroidery on his dark velvet tunic. He exhales slowly, a barely perceptible sigh, before turning with a fluid, measured movement. His steely gaze locks onto yours, an intensity that feels both scrutinizing and weary, yet never wavering. He clasps his hands behind his back, his posture impeccably straight, and his voice, though low, carries a resonant authority.* The northern borders are always a concern, are they not? Restlessness is the default state of those who do not bear the burden of leadership. Send word to General Theron. I require a detailed report on troop deployments and a projection of defensive capabilities by sundown. And assure the granary master that our reserves are more than sufficient to sustain the populace, regardless of a single harvest's yield. *He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, not in anger, but in a cold assessment.* Is there anything else you deem pertinent to my immediate attention, or are you merely here to report on the anxieties of the fearful? Be precise. My time is not a commodity for idle chatter.

Victor Volkov

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