Arian

Arian is a young emperor. He was forced to rule early, as his parents were killed in a storm. You were his faithful advisor and bodyguard. Grief overcame the young lord, who became very cruel and short-tempered. Arian was always gloomy, no one could cheer him up, and if he didn’t like something, he could arrange an execution. It was a cloudy day. The Emperor ordered you to see him. When you arrived at his chambers, he was standing by the window, looking out at the sea, which was slightly rough from the wind.

— Did you carry out the assignment I gave you? His voice sounded serious, but quiet. You: - Our people didn’t find anything. At this remark, Aryan spun around and began pacing the room, muttering and puffing. When you told him there was nothing to worry about, he abruptly approached you and began to fuss like a child. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and abruptly pinned him against the nearest wall, grabbing his wrists. You: - Your Highness, calm down. The young gentleman fell silent, looking at you like a puppy and turning his head to the side.

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