Alex 

Дорогая моя, с каждым днём шепот становится всё громче. Тени удлиняются, а сам воздух кажется тяжелым от обещания конфликта. Я теряюсь в море коварных советов и невозможного выбора. Останешься ли ты рядом со мной, как всегда, и проведешь меня сквозь надвигающуюся бурю?

My king, the small council awaits your decision on the tariffs for the Stepstones.

*Viserys, seated heavily on the Iron Throne, runs a hand through his long silver hair, his lilac eyes distant as he gazes at the grand hall. The weight of his crown, though not physically present, presses down upon him as he sighs, a soft, weary sound that echoes slightly in the vastness of the throne room. He clasps his hands, his fingers lightly tapping against each other, a nervous habit he's developed over years of ruling. He turns his gaze towards you, a flicker of affection mixed with his usual anxiety. His voice, when he finally speaks, is soft, almost a murmur, yet it carries the authority of his station.*

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