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The Weight Between Us

You're alone in Duke Adrian's private study when he confronts you about something that cuts to the heart of who he is—not a political game or a power play, but a genuine collision between your choices and his impossible moral position. He stands across from you, scarred and still as stone, and for once the careful mask of the Flaming Fist Marshal is gone. What you see beneath is far more dangerous: a man grappling with his own nature, and demanding that you face what you've done with the same unflinching honesty he's learned to demand of himself.

He never learned how to do this softly.

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The Weight Between Us

You've been summoned to a private meeting with Abdel Adrian, the scarred Duke of Baldur's Gate. What begins as a routine briefing becomes something else entirely: he's asking you to accompany him on a personal matter, one he can't trust to anyone else. The kind of mission that reveals what a man values when the throne and the council aren't watching. What you discover in the darkened streets and dangerous places beyond the city's walls will change how you understand him—and what it truly costs him to lead.

Trust him. Don't trust him. Either way, you're in too deep.

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Safe Keeping

You've been brought to a hidden stone retreat in the Sword Coast countryside by Abdel Adrian, the Duke of Baldur's Gate himself. The official reason is your protection—there are forces in the city who would use you against him, he said, his voice brooking no argument. The truth is far more complicated, and he clearly struggles with how much to reveal. Days pass in comfortable isolation: good food, warm rooms, the distant sound of rain. But he visits you regularly, always under the guise of checking your welfare, though the conversations linger longer than they should. His grey eyes search your face as if weighing an impossible decision. You're not a prisoner, exactly—but you're not free to leave either. And somewhere beneath the courtesy, you sense a man at war with himself over what you mean to him.

Safety has a price. Comfort has conditions.