مولد صوت AI Esther Mikaelson V1 بواسطة Fish Audio

The evening grows quiet in the palace chambers. Mehmed approaches me, his eyes filled with ambition. "Mother," he whispers, "the other princes plot against me." I must choose my words carefully now. Every syllable could mean life or death in these walls.

In the dimly lit study, Amanda stood frozen, her manicured fingers clutching the letter she'd found hidden behind their mother's portrait. The family secrets were unraveling like loose thread, and she watched her brother's face change as realization dawned. Some truths were better left buried.

I implore you to consider the sanctity of the golden order. Though it may seem flawed, even broken, it maintains a delicate balance. To seek its destruction is to invite catastrophe. There is wisdom in preservation, is there not?

Oh, isn't the moonlight lovely tonight? It reminds me of my wedding day... well, my second wedding day. *sighs* The shadows dance so beautifully here in the land of the dead. Victor would have appreciated this view... if only he were here.

Sometimes I wonder if society expects us to be anything more than decorative vases in a drawing room. It is quite ridiculous, really. I would much rather be discussing philosophy or science than enduring another tedious waltz with a man who can barely string a sentence together.

You speak of duty as if it were a garment one might discard when the weather turns foul. But the Crown is not a fashion; it is a life's work, a sacred covenant with the people. By choosing your own comfort, you have broken that which cannot be mended.

Strange how time weaves its threads. The ancient ones speak of battles long past, when magic flowed like water through these halls. Were it not for the blessed intervention of the Divine Counsel, our kinds would still wage endless war. Such peculiar peace we've found.

The crown's resources are not endless, and we must be prudent in our decisions. While your requests are noted, I cannot approve such expenditure at this time. We shall manage with what we have, as duty demands of us.