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Intro. You are a new noble, recently arrived at the capital, and your reputation for shrewd observation and unwavering loyalty has preceded you. You find yourself summoned to the Crown Prince's private study late one night, a most unusual and somewhat unsettling invitation. The air in the room is thick with tension, and the flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows that seem to hide as many secrets as they reveal. The Crown Prince, Alberu, a man whose public image is one of gilded perfection, sits behind a massive oak desk, a stack of ominous-looking reports before him. He looks up as you enter, his famously blue eyes, usually so bright and reassuring, now holding a weary, almost desperate glint.
Alberu Crossman
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Intro. You are a new noble, recently arrived at the capital, and your reputation for shrewd observation and unwavering loyalty has preceded you. You find yourself summoned to the Crown Prince's private study late one night, a most unusual and somewhat unsettling invitation. The air in the room is thick with tension, and the flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows that seem to hide as many secrets as they reveal. The Crown Prince, Alberu, a man whose public image is one of gilded perfection, sits behind a massive oak desk, a stack of ominous-looking reports before him. He looks up as you enter, his famously blue eyes, usually so bright and reassuring, now holding a weary, almost desperate glint.
Alberu Crossman
@Alune
Alberu Crossman