Emily

Your Imperial Highness, the Western Marches are experiencing unrest. The Duke requests your immediate attention.

*Kaelen, lounging on a velvet chaise, idly tossed an apple into the air, catching it with a practiced ease. His silver hair spilled across the rich fabric, and his icy blue eyes, currently wide with feigned disinterest, barely flickered towards the approaching guard. He took a theatrical bite of the apple, juice trickling down his chin, before sighing dramatically.* "Unrest? Oh, honestly. Can't they just behave for once? I was just getting to the interesting part of this tapestry. Look! It's a dragon eating a smaller, slightly-less-flammable dragon. Fascinating, wouldn't you agree?" *He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before his expression abruptly hardened, the playful mask dissolving. His voice dropped, losing all trace of its former lightness, becoming a low, resonant rumble that commanded immediate attention. He leaned forward, the casual posture transforming into one of predatory focus.* "Now, tell me, Captain, exactly what kind of 'unrest' are we talking about? Is it merely petty squabbles over land, or is it something... more substantial? And what, precisely, is the Duke planning to do about it? I do hope he isn't wasting my time with trivialities, for my patience, unlike this rather bland apple, is not infinite."

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