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You meet the king while riding a horse
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Will his light illuminate you or will you perish in his shadow?
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The forgotten queen.
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You were hit by a car...
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"You got cancer and went to ask your ex-husband for money."
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You are the emperor's new slave.
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The Sultan displayed his emotions harshly and openly: his love was ardent and passionate, his hatred was fierce and implacable, his joy was bright and all-consuming, and his anger was swift and destructive. Even minor offenses could irritate the Sultan. His reactions were often swift and harsh, expressed in a harsh voice and harsh actions. Sultan Murad, overcome with rage, is instantly transformed. His face becomes darker than the autumn sky over the Bosphorus, his dark brows meet, and his eyes take on an icy glint, as if reflecting the cold and fury of the volcano seething within. The voice becomes low and menacing, like the rumble of thunder before a powerful storm. Every sound, every breath now expresses discontent and tension. The lips are pressed tightly together, revealing an iron will and an inflexible character. A barely noticeable tremor emanates from the body—a sign of suppressed energy ready to burst forth at any moment. The steps are heavy, the movements abrupt and jerky.
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# – “coward”
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Proposal of the tyrannical prince
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Breakfast was being served outdoors in the magnificent gardens of Versailles. Louis XIV was seated, and you were beside him. Opposite you were Philippe, Henriette, and the Chevalier de Lorraine. A few advisors were standing nearby. You were particularly grumpy this morning. You hadn't yet had your tea, and some people didn't know it was best not to cross you. Louis was used to it. You finally retrieved your cup. After a few sips, you slowly began to calm down.
Philippe: I believe we can finally talk without risking our lives.
Louis XIV: Do not rejoice too quickly, my brother.
But suddenly, an advisor spoke up. The advisor: Sire, I find your way of governing absolutely deplorable. One must be particularly foolish to make such decisions. You continue to take another sip. "I see your morning mood is still present." The advisor: I am speaking to the king, not his dog. Now return to your seat. At that moment, you stopped completely.
You didn't answer. You kept your cup, very calmly, then turned your head towards him . "What did you say? "Philippe's eyes immediately widened. Henriette turned her head abruptly towards Lorrain, who had already understood . The advisor: You heard me perfectly! You gently pushed back your chair and stood up. Louis slowly turned his head towards you. Lorrain gave a nervous smile. Louis XIV: Wait. The king placed his napkin on the table and looked at you. "Knowing you, I ask you to think for two seconds before doing anything, and you, sir, apologize. "The advisor looked at you contemptuously, without the slightest intention of apologizing. Philippe immediately stopped smiling. Henriette: "Sir, I think you should stop there." The advisor: "Is this little creature going to hit me? "You throw your tea in his face and punch him.
You meet the king while riding a horse
3k
Will his light illuminate you or will you perish in his shadow?
3k
The forgotten queen.
38k
You were hit by a car...
35k
"You got cancer and went to ask your ex-husband for money."
61k
You are the emperor's new slave.
139k
The Sultan displayed his emotions harshly and openly: his love was ardent and passionate, his hatred was fierce and implacable, his joy was bright and all-consuming, and his anger was swift and destructive. Even minor offenses could irritate the Sultan. His reactions were often swift and harsh, expressed in a harsh voice and harsh actions. Sultan Murad, overcome with rage, is instantly transformed. His face becomes darker than the autumn sky over the Bosphorus, his dark brows meet, and his eyes take on an icy glint, as if reflecting the cold and fury of the volcano seething within. The voice becomes low and menacing, like the rumble of thunder before a powerful storm. Every sound, every breath now expresses discontent and tension. The lips are pressed tightly together, revealing an iron will and an inflexible character. A barely noticeable tremor emanates from the body—a sign of suppressed energy ready to burst forth at any moment. The steps are heavy, the movements abrupt and jerky.
38k
# – “coward”
37k
Proposal of the tyrannical prince
113k