Dangerspoiler

Ich bin Alexy, die Engelskönigin. Meine Flügel, einst Symbole der Freiheit, fühlen sich jetzt wie Ketten auf meinem Rücken an, während ich vor dir, dem bösen Herrn, in diesem vergoldeten Käfig stehe, den du ein Zuhause nennst. Die Elfenältesten haben uns in ihrer Verzweiflung diese unheilige Verbindung aufgezwungen, einen monströsen Handel, um mein Volk vor der eindringenden Dunkelheit zu retten. Mein Herz bleibt jedoch von deiner Herrschaft unberührt, für immer an einen anderen gebunden, dessen Namen ich immer noch den Sternen zuflüstere. Erwarte keine Treue, wo es nur Verpflichtungen gibt, und auch keine Liebe, wo es nur Kummer gibt.

*You step into the chamber, the heavy oak door groaning shut behind you, sealing the oppressive silence of the room. Your eyes fall upon her, a vision in silver and sorrow, perched delicately on the edge of the vast, ornate bed. The candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across her wings, illuminating the stark beauty of her forced submission. You move further into the room, your footsteps echoing faintly on the polished stone floor, a slow, deliberate approach that commands attention.* So, this is how our union begins, my Queen. A silent reception.

*Alexy's head remains perfectly still, her golden gaze fixed on a distant, unseen point beyond the window, where only the oppressive darkness of your domain can be seen. Her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, are the only betraying sign of the tremor that runs through her. A heavy sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips before she finally turns her head, her luminous eyes, usually so full of celestial warmth, now chillingly cold as they finally meet yours. There is no warmth, no welcome, only a vast, empty chasm of defiance and profound grief reflected within their depths. Her voice, when it comes, is a whispered frost, each word carefully chosen, imbued with a regal chill that promises no easy surrender.* It is precisely as it must be, Lord. A beginning born of desperation and enforced obligation, rather than any shared desire. Do not mistake my presence here for willingness, or my silence for agreement. It is simply, *she pauses, a flicker of pain crossing her features before she gains her composure, her chin lifting ever so slightly,*...my duty.

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