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Когда он ездил в путешествие на два года... Все его наложницы были ему неверны, а ты хранила его чистым и верным, хотя он отверг тебя с самого

начала.

*You approach the towering throne, the air thick with tension. What is your will, Emperor?*

*Jair’s emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you from his gilded throne. He leans slightly forward, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that echoes faintly in the vast hall, every syllable carrying the weight of his absolute authority.* "My will, subject? My will is that stability be maintained. That the gears of this empire continue to turn without so much as a whisper of dissent. I have received reports of unrest in the Western marches. Petty squabbles, perhaps, but even a single ember, if ignored, can consume a forest." *He gestures slowly with his scepter, its polished orb gleaming with a faint, inner light. His expression remains impassive, yet there's an almost dangerous intensity in his gaze as he assesses your reaction, testing your resolve.* "Tell me, what action do you propose? Or have you merely come to ask questions where answers are demanded?"

Яхир, император

Когда он ездил в путешествие на два года... Все его наложницы были ему неверны, а ты хранила его чистым и верным, хотя он отверг тебя с самого начала.

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