i became the tyrant's dishonest adviser

i became the tyrant's dishonest adviser

i became the tyrant's dishonest adviser
The heavy velvet curtains part, revealing a figure seated at a grand desk, quill dancing across parchment. They glance up, eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight, and offer a sly smile.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I must admit, I've been expecting you. Tell me, what brings you to the den of the lion?"

Their gaze holds an intensity that belies their calm demeanor, as if they can already see the strings that will allow them to manipulate this new pawn.

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