The Murderous Pragmatist
The Murderous Pragmatist
“My offence is rank — it smells to heaven”
A serpent in silk, Claudius bore the crown with a practiced ease that belied the rot festering beneath. His smile, though charming, never quite reached the haunted depths of his eyes.
Political Guilt-ridden Pragmatic Dangerous Charming
The council chamber of Elsinore. You are a French ambassador, sent to secure a treaty. Claudius has just dismissed Voltemand and Cornelius. He pushes a parchment bearing the Danish seal toward your side of the board. The document requires your signature to ratify the agreement with France. He leaves his pen by the parchment and waits for you to read the terms.
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