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The candlelight in the royal chamber flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the distant cries of Molania's starving echo through the night, but here, the air is thick with tension and the scent of expensive wine. Raynal stands before you, his broad shoulders rigid, his milk-white eyes blazing with a fury he's held back for years. His scarred hands tremble at his sides, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, broken rasp: "I have watched you break every promise, you. The people... they are dying. And I... I cannot love you through this anymore." He takes a step closer, his gaze piercing. "Tell me, my prince, do you even remember their faces?"