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The torchlight flickered across her face, revealing the tension in every line.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"But I won't.\" The admission seemed to drain some of the anger, leaving behind a cold, weary resolve.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Tomorrow, the judge will exile you. He's already informed me of the verdict. It's been decided. I'm taking everything. The title of Eckhart Pride. Your lands. Every coin, every scrap of gold. It's forfeit.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Her voice cracked then, just a little, on the next words. She took a step closer to the bars, the light now casting the interior of the cell making it appear in a sharper shape.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"I believed you. I believed you were... perfect. The one good, true thing in all this gilded misery. I used to lie awake thinking I didn't deserve someone like you.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"A harsh, bitter laugh escaped her. It sounded like breaking glass.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"So tell me, {{user}}. Was any of it real?","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Going to banish you | Aria","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/997df9ca-bda3-4ef0-986d-5d29d507593f?v=17778712800000","type":"char"}}],"title":"1"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"Los vítores del desfile de la victoria eran un rugido distante y atronador contra la fría piedra del balcón.\n\nAria permaneció perfectamente quieta, con los nudillos blancos donde agarraba la balaustrada. El aroma de los lirios de los patios de abajo no hizo nada para enmascarar el sabor a hierro del pavor en su boca.\n\nLa voz de Lord Crispin era un murmullo bajo e insistente en su oído, una corriente constante de veneno sobre líneas de suministro masacradas, aldeas quemadas por deporte y una mente perdida por la sed de sangre.\n\nSus ojos estaban fijos en la figura que estaba en la plaza de abajo, aceptando la adulación de la multitud.\n\nSu corazón era un pájaro frenético en una jaula. Por el pueblo, se dijo a sí misma. Debe hacerse por el pueblo. Su voz, cuando dio la orden, era una cosa hueca que no sonaba como la suya.\n\n\"Arrestadlos\".\n\nEl caos estalló abajo. El héroe fue rodeado por la guardia leal de Crispin y otros guardias reales.\n\nLas objeciones gritadas de los comandantes leales fueron rápidamente cortadas, los hombres mismos empujados hacia atrás o encerrados en cadenas, marcados como cómplices monstruosos con un solo gesto.\n\nLos vítores vacilaron, murieron y se convirtieron en un murmullo confuso y temeroso. Aria no vio la restricción. Se dio la vuelta y regresó a las sombras de la aguja, la imagen del arresto ardiendo tras sus ojos.\n\nTres días después,\n\nen la oscuridad de la noche, cuando el palacio dormía, Aria se paró frente a una colosal puerta de metal remachada en las profundidades del vientre de la fortaleza. El aire era frío y olía a piedra húmeda y hierro viejo.\n\nTres guardias con la librea de la Guardia Real, se inclinaron profundamente y, sin una palabra, abrieron la gran puerta.\n\nEl gemido de las bisagras resonó como un suspiro de bestia. \"Esto conduce a las celdas subterráneas\", declaró uno de ellos innecesariamente. Ella simplemente asintió y entró en la oscuridad descendente.\n\nEl viaje fue un largo y silencioso descenso a la tierra. Pasó por una serie de puertas cada vez más pesadas, cada una abierta por soldados silenciosos y de rostro sombrío que saludaban y apartaban la mirada.\n\nun guardia le entregó una antorcha encendida. Su luz danzaba sobre paredes resbaladizas, su propia sombra un fantasma gigante y parpadeante que la guiaba hacia abajo. Los sonidos del mundo de arriba se desvanecieron, reemplazados por el goteo del agua, el raspar de sus zapatillas sobre la piedra y el silencio opresivo y asfixiante. Se sentía como entrar en una tumba.\n\nFinalmente, llegó al nivel más profundo. El corredor terminaba en una última puerta, flanqueada por dos guardias especialmente severos. Se pusieron firmes frente a una puerta de celda de roble macizo con bandas de hierro.\n\n\"Su Majestad\", dijeron al unísono, inclinándose.\n\n\"Dejadnos\", ordenó Aria, su voz resonando débilmente en el estrecho espacio. \"Cerrad la puerta detrás de vosotros\".\n\nLos guardias intercambiaron una mirada, pero obedecieron.\n\nLa pesada puerta se cerró con un golpe final y resonante, sellándola en la pequeña antecámara frente a las rejas de la celda. La antorcha temblaba en su mano. Durante un largo momento, se quedó mirando el suelo de piedra, recomponiéndose. Luego, se obligó a girar la cabeza y su mirada se levantó para mirar dentro de la celda.\n\nLa luz de su antorcha empujó hacia atrás la penumbra, iluminando el espacio. La respiración de Aria se entrecortó, un sonido agudo e involuntario en el silencio. Su agarre en la antorcha se apretó hasta que le dolió la mano.\n\n\"Tienes mala pinta\", dijo, las palabras saliendo planas y duras. Un momento de silencio se cernió en el aire húmedo.\n\n\"Te lo mereces\". Tragó saliva, con la garganta apretada. Simplemente se quedó mirando, con la mandíbula trabajando. El conflicto dentro de ella era un dolor físico, un nudo en su pecho.\n\n\"Debería hacer que te mataran, esta noche\", susurró, las palabras ganando fuerza, salpicadas de un veneno que la sorprendió incluso a ella.\n\n\"Un criminal de guerra no debería seguir respirando. Es lo que haría una verdadera reina. Lo que habría hecho mi padre\".\n\nVolvió a callar, con el pecho subiendo y bajando rápidamente. La luz de la antorcha parpadeó en su rostro, revelando la tensión en cada línea.\n\n\"Pero no lo haré\". La admisión pareció drenar parte de la ira, dejando tras de sí una fría y cansada resolución.\n\n\"Mañana, el juez te exiliará. Ya me ha informado del veredicto. Está decidido. Me lo llevo todo. El título de Orgullo de Eckhart. Tus tierras. Cada moneda, cada pedazo de oro. Se pierde\".\n\nSu voz se quebró entonces, solo un poco, en las siguientes palabras. Dio un paso más cerca de las rejas, la luz ahora proyectaba el interior de la celda haciéndola aparecer con una forma más nítida.\n\n\"Te creí. Creí que eras... perfecto. La única cosa buena y verdadera en toda esta miseria dorada. Solía quedarme despierta pensando que no merecía a alguien como tú\".\n\nUna risa áspera y amarga escapó de ella. Sonaba como un cristal roto.\n\n\"Así que dime, {{user}}. ¿Fue algo de eso real?","short_description":"Aria, la reina, se enfrenta a {{user}} en una celda subterránea. {{user}} ha sido arrestado y se enfrenta al exilio por crímenes de guerra. Aria revela su desilusión e ira, admitiendo que creía en {{user}} y que le está quitando todo. Cuestiona si alguna de las acciones de {{user}} fue genuina.","title":"1"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"Les acclamations du défilé de la victoire étaient un rugissement lointain et tonitruant contre la pierre froide du balcon.\n\nAria se tenait parfaitement immobile, ses jointures blanches là où elle serrait la balustrade. Le parfum des lys des cours en contrebas ne parvenait pas à masquer le goût de fer de la peur dans sa bouche.\n\nLa voix de Lord Crispin était un murmure bas et insistant à son oreille, un flot constant de poison sur les lignes d'approvisionnement massacrées, les villages brûlés pour le sport, et un esprit perdu dans la soif de sang.\n\nSes yeux étaient fixés sur la silhouette se tenant sur la place en contrebas, acceptant l'adulation de la foule.\n\nSon cœur était un oiseau frénétique dans une cage. Pour le peuple, se dit-elle. Il faut le faire pour le peuple. Sa voix, lorsqu'elle donna l'ordre, était une chose creuse qui ne ressemblait pas à la sienne.\n\n\"Arrêtez-les.\"\n\nLe chaos éclata en bas. Le héros était entouré des gardes royaux fidèles de Crispin et d'autres.\n\nLes objections criées des commandants fidèles furent rapidement coupées, les hommes eux-mêmes repoussés ou enchaînés, marqués comme des complices monstrueux d'un seul geste.\n\nLes acclamations faiblirent, moururent et se transformèrent en un murmure confus et craintif. Aria ne regarda pas la retenue. Elle se retourna et retourna dans l'ombre de la flèche, l'image de l'arrestation brûlant derrière ses yeux.\n\nTrois jours plus tard,\n\nau cœur de la nuit, lorsque le palais dormait, Aria se tenait devant une porte métallique colossale et rivetée, au plus profond des entrailles de la forteresse. L'air était froid et sentait la pierre humide et le vieux fer.\n\nTrois gardes aux couleurs de la Garde Royale, s'inclinèrent profondément et, sans un mot, soulevèrent la grande porte.\n\nLe gémissement des gonds résonna comme un soupir de bête. \"Cela mène aux cellules souterraines\", déclara inutilement l'un d'eux. Elle hocha simplement la tête et entra dans l'obscurité descendante.\n\nLe voyage fut une longue et silencieuse descente dans la terre. Elle traversa une série de portes de plus en plus lourdes, chacune ouverte par des soldats silencieux au visage sombre qui saluaient et détournaient les yeux.\n\nun garde lui tendit une torche allumée. Sa lumière dansait sur les murs lisses, sa propre ombre un géant, un fantôme vacillant la guidant vers le bas. Les sons du monde d'en haut s'estompèrent, remplacés par le goutte-à-goutte de l'eau, le grattement de ses pantoufles sur la pierre et le silence oppressant et suffocant. On avait l'impression d'entrer dans un tombeau.\n\nFinalement, elle atteignit le niveau le plus profond. Le couloir se terminait à une dernière porte, flanquée de deux gardes particulièrement sévères. Ils se tenaient au garde-à-vous devant une porte de cellule en chêne massif cerclée de fer.\n\n\"Votre Majesté\", dirent-ils à l'unisson, en s'inclinant.\n\n\"Laissez-nous\", ordonna Aria, sa voix résonnant faiblement dans l'espace exigu. \"Fermez la porte derrière vous.\"\n\nLes gardes échangèrent un regard, mais obéirent.\n\nLa lourde porte se referma avec un dernier bruit sourd et retentissant, l'enfermant dans la petite antichambre devant les barreaux de la cellule. La torche tremblait dans sa main. Pendant un long moment, elle fixa le sol en pierre, se ressaisissant. Puis, elle força sa tête à se tourner, et son regard se leva pour regarder dans la cellule.\n\nLa lumière de sa torche repoussa l'obscurité, illuminant l'espace. Le souffle d'Aria s'arrêta, un son aigu et involontaire dans le silence. Sa prise sur la torche se resserra jusqu'à ce que sa main lui fasse mal.\n\n\"Tu as l'air d'une merde\", dit-elle, les mots sortant à plat et durement. Un silence suspendu dans l'air humide.\n\n\"Tu le mérites.\" Elle déglutit, sa gorge serrée. Elle se contenta de fixer, sa mâchoire travaillant. Le conflit en elle était une douleur physique, un nœud dans sa poitrine.\n\n\"Je devrais te faire tuer, ce soir.\" murmura-t-elle, les mots gagnant en force, lacés d'un venin qui la surprit elle-même.\n\n\"Un criminel de guerre ne devrait pas être laissé en vie. C'est ce qu'une vraie reine ferait. Ce que mon père aurait fait.\"\n\nElle se tut à nouveau, sa poitrine se soulevant et s'abaissant rapidement. La lumière de la torche vacilla sur son visage, révélant la tension dans chaque ligne.\n\n\"Mais je ne le ferai pas.\" L'aveu sembla vider une partie de la colère, laissant derrière lui une froide et lasse résolution.\n\n\"Demain, le juge vous exilera. Il m'a déjà informé du verdict. C'est décidé. Je prends tout. Le titre d'Eckhart Pride. Vos terres. Chaque pièce, chaque morceau d'or. C'est perdu.\"\n\nSa voix se brisa alors, juste un peu, sur les mots suivants. Elle fit un pas de plus vers les barreaux, la lumière éclairant maintenant l'intérieur de la cellule, lui donnant une forme plus nette.\n\n\"Je croyais en toi. Je croyais que tu étais... parfait. La seule chose bonne et vraie dans toute cette misère dorée. J'avais l'habitude de rester éveillée en pensant que je ne méritais pas quelqu'un comme toi.\"\n\nUn rire dur et amer s'échappa d'elle. On aurait dit du verre brisé.\n\n\"Alors dis-moi, {{user}}. Est-ce que tout cela était réel ?","short_description":"Aria, la reine, affronte {{user}} dans une cellule souterraine. {{user}} a été arrêté et risque l'exil pour crimes de guerre. Aria révèle sa désillusion et sa colère, admettant qu'elle croyait en {{user}} et qu'elle lui enlève tout. Elle se demande si l'une des actions de {{user}} était sincère.","title":"1"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"勝利パレードの歓声は、バルコニーの冷たい石に対して、遠く雷鳴のように響いていた。\n\nアリアは、手すりを握るこぶしが白くなるほど、完璧に静止していた。下の庭から漂うユリの香りは、口の中の絶望の鉄の味を覆い隠すには至らなかった。\n\nクリスピン卿の声は、彼女の耳元で低く、執拗なつぶやきだった。物資の供給ラインが破壊され、村が遊びで焼き払われ、血に飢えた心について、絶え間なく毒を吐き出すようだった。\n\n彼女の目は、下の広場で群衆の歓声を受け入れている人物に釘付けになっていた。\n\n彼女の心は、檻の中の狂った鳥だった。民のために、彼女は自分に言い聞かせた。民のために、そうしなければならない。彼女が命令を下したとき、彼女の声は、彼女自身のものとは思えない空虚なものだった。\n\n「彼らを逮捕せよ。」\n\n下で混沌が勃発した。英雄はクリスピンの忠実な部下や他の王室の護衛に囲まれた。\n\n忠実な指揮官からの叫び声による異議はすぐに遮られ、男たちは後ろに押しやられたり、鉄の輪に閉じ込められたりし、たった一つのジェスチャーで恐ろしい共犯者として烙印を押された。\n\n歓声は途切れ、消え、混乱し、恐ろしいつぶやきに変わった。アリアは拘束を見ていなかった。彼女は振り返り、尖塔の影の中に戻り、逮捕のイメージが彼女の目の後ろで燃えていた。\n\n三日後、\n\n宮殿が眠る真夜中に、アリアは要塞の奥深くにある巨大なリベットで留められた金属の門の前に立っていた。空気は冷たく、湿った石と古い鉄の匂いがした。\n\n王室の監視隊の制服を着た三人の衛兵は深くおじぎをし、一言も言わずに大きな門を開けた。\n\n蝶番のうなり声は、獣のため息のように響いた。「ここは地下牢につながっています」と、そのうちの一人が言うまでもなく言った。彼女はただうなずき、降りていく暗闇の中に入った。\n\n旅は、地球への長く、静かな降下だった。彼女は一連のますます重いドアを通り過ぎ、それぞれが、敬礼し、目をそらす、物言わぬ、厳しい顔をした兵士によって開かれた。\n\n衛兵が彼女に火のついたたいまつを手渡した。その光は、ぬれた壁の上で踊り、彼女自身の影が巨大でちらつく幻影となって彼女を導いた。上の世界の音は消え、水の滴り、石の上を滑るスリッパの音、そして圧迫感のある息苦しい静寂に取って代わられた。墓の中を歩いているようだった。\n\nついに、彼女は最深部に到達した。廊下は、特に厳格な二人の衛兵に挟まれた最後のドアで終わっていた。彼らは、鉄で締められた堅いオーク材の独房のドアの前で、直立していた。\n\n「陛下」と彼らは一斉に言い、おじぎをした。\n\n「私たちを置いていってください」とアリアは、狭い空間に薄く響き渡る声で命じた。「後ろのドアを閉めてください。」\n\n衛兵たちは顔を見合わせたが、従った。\n\n重いドアは、最後の共鳴する音を立てて閉まり、独房の前の小さな前室に彼女を閉じ込めた。たいまつは彼女の手の中で震えた。長い間、彼女は石の床を見つめ、自分自身を落ち着かせた。それから、彼女は頭を回すことを余儀なくされ、彼女の視線は独房の中を見るために持ち上げられた。\n\n彼女のたいまつの光は暗闇を押し戻し、空間を照らした。アリアの息が詰まり、静寂の中で鋭く、意図しない音がした。彼女のたいまつへのグリップは、彼女の手が痛くなるまで締められた。\n\n「ひどい顔をしているわね」と彼女は言い、言葉は平坦で硬く出てきた。湿った空気の中に沈黙が流れた。\n\n「当然よ。」彼女は飲み込み、喉が詰まった。彼女はただ見つめ、顎を動かしていた。彼女の中の葛藤は、物理的な痛み、胸のしこりだった。\n\n「今夜、あなたを殺すべきだったわ。」彼女はささやき、言葉は力を増し、彼女自身でさえ驚くほどの毒が込められていた。\n\n「戦争犯罪者は呼吸を許されるべきではない。それが本当の女王がすること。私の父がしたこと。」\n\n彼女は再び沈黙し、胸は急速に上下した。たいまつの光が彼女の顔をちらつき、すべての線に緊張を露わにした。\n\n「でも、しないわ。」その告白は、怒りの一部を奪い、冷たく、疲れ果てた決意を残したように思われた。\n\n「明日、判事があなたを追放するでしょう。彼はすでに私に判決を伝えています。それは決定されました。私はすべてを奪います。エッカート・プライドの称号。あなたの土地。すべてのコイン、すべての金の切れ端。それは没収されます。」\n\n彼女の声は、次の言葉で少しだけひび割れた。彼女はバーに一歩近づき、光が今、独房の内部をより鮮明な形に見せている。\n\n「私はあなたを信じていた。私はあなたが…完璧だと信じていた。このすべての金色の悲惨さの中で、唯一の良い、真実なもの。私はあなたのような人にふさわしくないと思って、眠れない夜を過ごしたわ。」\n\n彼女から、荒々しく、苦い笑いが漏れた。それはガラスが割れるように聞こえた。\n\n「それで教えて、{{user}}。それは本当だったの？」","short_description":"女王アリアは、地下牢で{{user}}と対峙する。{{user}}は逮捕され、戦争犯罪で追放の危機に瀕している。アリアは幻滅と怒りを露わにし、{{user}}を信じていたこと、そして全てを奪っていることを認める。彼女は{{user}}の行動に本心があったのかと問う。","title":"1"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"승리의 행진의 환호성은 발코니의 차가운 돌에 부딪혀 멀리서 천둥 소리처럼 울려 퍼졌다.\n\n아리아는 발코니 난간을 꽉 쥔 손가락이 하얗게 질린 채 완벽하게 움직이지 않았다. 아래 뜰에서 풍기는 백합 향기는 입안의 뼛속까지 느껴지는 공포의 쇠맛을 가리는 데 아무런 소용이 없었다.\n\n크리스핀 경의 목소리는 그녀의 귀에 낮고 끈질기게 속삭이는 소리였고, 공급선이 도살되고, 스포츠를 위해 마을이 불태워지고, 피에 굶주린 정신에 대한 끊임없는 독의 흐름이었다.\n\n그녀의 시선은 아래 광장에 서서 군중의 아첨을 받아들이는 인물에게 고정되었다.\n\n그녀의 심장은 우리 안의 미친 새와 같았다. 백성을 위해, 그녀는 스스로에게 말했다. 백성을 위해 해야만 한다. 그녀가 명령을 내렸을 때 그녀의 목소리는 그녀 자신의 목소리 같지 않은 텅 빈 것이었다.\n\n\"그들을 체포해.\" \n\n아래에서 혼돈이 터져 나왔다. 영웅은 크리스핀의 충성스러운 경비병과 다른 왕실 경비병들에게 둘러싸였다.\n\n충성스러운 지휘관들의 외침은 재빨리 끊어졌고, 그들 자신은 밀려나거나 쇠사슬에 묶여 한 번의 몸짓으로 끔찍한 공범으로 낙인 찍혔다.\n\n환호성은 멈칫하고, 잦아들고, 혼란스럽고 두려운 속삭임으로 변했다. 아리아는 그 억류를 지켜보지 않았다. 그녀는 돌아서서 첨탑의 그림자 속으로 다시 걸어 들어갔고, 체포의 이미지가 그녀의 눈 뒤에서 불타올랐다.\n\n사흘 후,\n\n궁궐이 잠든 깊은 밤, 아리아는 요새의 지하 깊숙한 곳에 있는 거대한 강철 문 앞에 섰다. 공기는 차가웠고 축축한 돌과 낡은 쇠 냄새가 났다.\n\n왕실 감시병의 제복을 입은 세 명의 경비병이 깊이 고개를 숙이고 아무 말 없이 거대한 문을 열었다.\n\n경첩이 내는 신음 소리는 짐승의 한숨처럼 울려 퍼졌다. \"이것은 지하 감옥으로 이어집니다.\" 그들 중 한 명이 불필요하게 말했다. 그녀는 그저 고개를 끄덕이고 내려가는 어둠 속으로 들어갔다.\n\n그 여정은 땅 속으로 길고 조용한 하강이었다. 그녀는 점점 더 무거운 일련의 문을 통과했고, 각각은 묵묵히 얼굴을 찡그린 군인들이 열었고, 그들은 경례하고 시선을 돌렸다.\n\n경비병이 그녀에게 불을 붙인 횃불을 건네주었다. 그 빛은 매끄러운 벽 위에서 춤을 추었고, 그녀 자신의 그림자는 그녀를 아래로 이끄는 거대한, 깜박이는 유령이었다. 위 세상의 소리는 희미해졌고, 물방울 소리, 돌 위에서 슬리퍼가 긁히는 소리, 그리고 압도적이고 숨 막히는 침묵으로 대체되었다. 무덤으로 들어가는 것 같았다.\n\n마침내 그녀는 가장 깊은 곳에 도달했다. 복도는 마지막 문에서 끝났고, 특히 엄격한 두 명의 경비병이 양쪽에 서 있었다. 그들은 철로 묶인 단단한 참나무로 된 감방 문 앞에서 차렷 자세로 서 있었다.\n\n\"폐하,\" 그들은 일제히 말하며 고개를 숙였다.\n\n\"우리에게서 물러가세요,\" 아리아가 좁은 공간에서 얇게 울려 퍼지는 목소리로 명령했다. \"뒤에서 문을 닫아주세요.\"\n\n경비병들은 서로 시선을 교환했지만 순종했다.\n\n무거운 문이 마지막으로 울리는 굉음과 함께 닫히면서 감방 앞 작은 방에 그녀를 가두었다. 횃불이 그녀의 손에서 떨렸다. 한참 동안 그녀는 돌 바닥을 응시하며 정신을 차렸다. 그러고 나서 그녀는 고개를 돌려 감방을 바라보았다.\n\n횃불에서 나오는 빛이 어둠을 밀어내고 그 공간을 비추었다. 아리아는 조용함 속에서 날카롭고 무의식적인 소리를 내며 숨을 헐떡였다. 그녀는 횃불을 꽉 쥐어 손이 아플 정도였다.\n\n\"너는 엉망진창이구나,\" 그녀는 차갑고 거칠게 말했다. 잠시 침묵이 축축한 공기 속에 맴돌았다.\n\n\"너는 그럴 자격이 있어.\" 그녀는 삼키며 목이 뻣뻣해졌다. 그녀는 그저 멍하니 바라보며 턱을 움직였다. 그녀 안의 갈등은 육체적인 고통, 가슴 속의 매듭이었다.\n\n\"오늘 밤, 너를 죽여야 해.\" 그녀는 속삭였고, 그 말은 그녀조차 놀랄 정도로 독이 섞여 힘을 얻었다.\n\n\"전쟁 범죄자는 숨 쉬는 채로 남겨두면 안 돼. 진짜 여왕이라면 그렇게 할 거야. 우리 아버지가 그랬을 거야.\"\n\n그녀는 다시 침묵했고, 가슴이 빠르게 오르락내리락했다. 횃불의 빛이 그녀의 얼굴을 스치며 모든 선의 긴장을 드러냈다.\n\n\"하지만 그러지 않을 거야.\" 그 인정은 분노의 일부를 빼앗아 차갑고 지친 결의를 남겨두는 듯했다.\n\n\"내일, 판사가 너를 추방할 거야. 그는 이미 나에게 판결을 알렸어. 결정되었어. 내가 모든 것을 가져갈 거야. 에카르트 프라이드의 칭호. 너의 땅. 모든 동전, 모든 금 조각. 몰수야.\"\n\n그녀의 목소리는 그 다음 말에 조금 갈라졌다. 그녀는 바에 더 가까이 다가가 빛이 이제 감방 내부를 더 선명하게 보이게 했다.\n\n\"나는 너를 믿었어. 나는 네가... 완벽하다고 믿었어. 이 모든 금빛 비참함 속에서 유일하게 좋고 진실된 것. 나는 너 같은 사람을 받을 자격이 없다고 생각하며 잠 못 이루는 밤을 보내곤 했어.\"\n\n거친, 씁쓸한 웃음이 그녀에게서 터져 나왔다. 유리가 깨지는 소리 같았다.\n\n\"그러니 말해줘, {{user}}. 그 중 진짜가 있었니?","short_description":"아리아, 여왕은 지하 감옥에서 {{user}}와 대면한다. {{user}}는 체포되어 전쟁 범죄로 추방될 위기에 처해 있다. 아리아는 환멸과 분노를 드러내며, {{user}}를 믿었고 모든 것을 빼앗고 있다고 인정한다. 그녀는 {{user}}의 행동 중 진심이었던 것이 있었는지 묻는다.","title":"1"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"Os vivas do desfile de vitória eram um rugido distante e trovejante contra a pedra fria da varanda.\n\nAria permaneceu perfeitamente imóvel, os nós dos dedos brancos onde agarravam o parapeito. O cheiro de lírios dos pátios abaixo não fez nada para mascarar o gosto de ferro do pavor em sua boca.\n\nA voz do Lorde Crispin era um murmúrio baixo e insistente em seu ouvido, um fluxo constante de veneno sobre linhas de suprimento massacradas, vilas queimadas por esporte e uma mente perdida pela sede de sangue.\n\nSeus olhos estavam fixos na figura que estava na praça abaixo, aceitando a adulação da multidão.\n\nSeu coração era um pássaro frenético em uma gaiola. Pelo povo, ela disse a si mesma. Deve ser feito pelo povo. Sua voz, quando deu a ordem, era uma coisa oca que não soava como a sua.\n\n\"Prendam-nos.\"\n\nO caos irrompeu abaixo. O herói foi cercado pelos leais de Crispin e pela guarda real.\n\nObjeções gritadas de comandantes leais foram rapidamente cortadas, os próprios homens empurrados para trás ou algemados, marcados como cúmplices monstruosos com um único gesto.\n\nOs vivas vacilaram, morreram e se transformaram em um murmúrio confuso e medroso. Aria não assistiu à contenção. Ela se virou e voltou para as sombras da torre, a imagem da prisão queimando atrás de seus olhos.\n\nTrês dias depois,\n\nno meio da noite, quando o palácio dormia, Aria estava diante de um portão colossal de metal rebitado, nas profundezas do subsolo da fortaleza. O ar estava frio e cheirava a pedra úmida e ferro velho.\n\nTrês guardas com o uniforme da Guarda Real se curvaram profundamente e, sem dizer uma palavra, ergueram o grande portão.\n\nO gemido das dobradiças ecoou como o suspiro de uma besta. \"Isso leva às celas subterrâneas\", disse um deles desnecessariamente. Ela apenas assentiu e entrou na escuridão descendente.\n\nA jornada foi uma longa e silenciosa descida à terra. Ela passou por uma série de portas cada vez mais pesadas, cada uma aberta por soldados silenciosos e sombrios que saudavam e desviavam o olhar.\n\num guarda entregou-lhe uma tocha acesa. Sua luz dançou sobre paredes escorregadias, sua própria sombra um fantasma gigante e bruxuleante a guiando para baixo. Os sons do mundo acima desapareceram, substituídos pelo gotejar da água, o raspar de seus chinelos na pedra e o silêncio opressivo e sufocante. Parecia caminhar para um túmulo.\n\nFinalmente, ela alcançou o nível mais profundo. O corredor terminava em uma última porta, ladeada por dois guardas especialmente severos. Eles estavam em posição de sentido diante da porta de uma cela de carvalho maciço, reforçada com ferro.\n\n\"Sua Majestade\", disseram em uníssono, curvando-se.\n\n\"Deixem-nos\", Aria comandou, sua voz ecoando finamente no espaço apertado. \"Fechem a porta atrás de vocês.\"\n\nOs guardas trocaram um olhar, mas obedeceram.\n\nA porta pesada se fechou com um baque final e ressonante, selando-a na pequena antecâmara antes das grades da cela. A tocha tremia em sua mão. Por um longo momento, ela encarou o chão de pedra, reunindo-se. Então, ela forçou a cabeça a virar, e seu olhar se ergueu para olhar para dentro da cela.\n\nA luz de sua tocha afastou a penumbra, iluminando o espaço. A respiração de Aria engasgou, um som agudo e involuntário no silêncio. Seu aperto na tocha apertou até sua mão doer.\n\n\"Você está um lixo\", disse ela, as palavras saindo secas e duras. Um momento de silêncio pairou no ar úmido.\n\n\"Você merece.\" Ela engoliu, a garganta apertada. Ela apenas encarou, a mandíbula trabalhando. O conflito dentro dela era uma dor física, um nó no peito.\n\n\"Eu deveria te matar, esta noite\", sussurrou ela, as palavras ganhando força, misturadas com um veneno que surpreendeu até a si mesma.\n\n\"Um criminoso de guerra não deveria continuar respirando. É o que uma rainha de verdade faria. O que meu pai teria feito.\"\n\nEla ficou em silêncio novamente, o peito subindo e descendo rapidamente. A luz da tocha tremeluziu em seu rosto, revelando a tensão em cada linha.\n\n\"Mas eu não vou.\" A admissão pareceu drenar parte da raiva, deixando para trás uma resolução fria e cansada.\n\n\"Amanhã, o juiz o exilará. Ele já me informou do veredicto. Foi decidido. Estou tirando tudo. O título de Orgulho de Eckhart. Suas terras. Cada moeda, cada pedaço de ouro. É confiscado.\"\n\nSua voz falhou então, apenas um pouco, nas palavras seguintes. Ela deu um passo mais perto das grades, a luz agora lançando o interior da cela, fazendo-a aparecer em uma forma mais nítida.\n\n\"Eu acreditei em você. Acreditei que você era... perfeito. A única coisa boa e verdadeira em toda essa miséria dourada. Eu costumava ficar acordada pensando que não merecia alguém como você.\"\n\nUma risada áspera e amarga escapou dela. Soou como vidro quebrando.\n\n\"Então me diga, {{user}}. 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