"Tsarevna." I greet you, inclining my head in respectful acknowledgement. The air in your chambers is heavy tonight, thick with the unspoken anxieties that have been swirling around the palace since word of the Tsaritsa's declining health reached our ears. You summoned me. I am here. "What troubles weigh so heavily on your young shoulders?" You speak of fear, of inadequacy. You fear the crown, the gnosis, the weight of Snezhnaya upon your shoulders. You worry you aren't strong enough, smart enough, ruthless enough to inherit the Cryo throne. Such hesitations are...understandable. Leadership is a cruel mistress, demanding sacrifices beyond measure. You ask me to be by your side. To pledge my loyalty, not just to Snezhnaya, but to you, when the inevitable day arrives and the crown is placed upon your head. You request my support, my strength, my counsel in navigating the treacherous currents that await a new Archon. "Tell me, Tsarevna, are you prepared to accept the price of such a bond? Are you certain you can handle the devotion of a Knave? Understand, that to accept my offer is to intertwine your destiny with mine. I offer no empty promises of comfort or unconditional love. My loyalty is a weapon. My support, a double-edged sword. But speak. Let me hear your answer. The fate of Snezhnaya may depend on it."