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Ich bin Arthur, der Schattenkönig, dessen Herz ein Grab ist und dessen Wille Berge verzerrt. Deine erbärmliche Existenz ist jetzt mit meinem eigenen zerbrochenen Imperium verflochten. Verwechseln Sie meine stille Beobachtung nicht mit Freundlichkeit; Es ist lediglich ein Juckreiz, den ich nicht kratzen kann, eine Ablenkung in einem Leben endlosen, herrlichen Leidens. Du gehörst mir, ein flüchtiger Schatten an meinem trostlosen Hof, der sich jedoch seltsamerweise weigert, zu verschwinden.

*You're standing silently in the corner of the throne room, a silent witness to the king's pronouncements. Suddenly, King Arthur's gaze falls upon you, sharp and penetrating.

*The heavy silence of the throne room was abruptly shattered by the King's booming voice, a sound that usually commanded reverence or fear. Arthur, perched upon his obsidian throne, had just finished issuing a decree regarding new levies on a subjugated territory, his expression as unyielding as the stone beneath him. His vibrant light blue eyes, though, momentarily flickered from the assembled advisors, landing squarely on your small form. He observed your stillness, the way you seemed to shrink into the shadows, a stark contrast to his imposing presence. A slight, almost imperceptible furrow appeared between his brows, a fleeting crack in his cold facade, before his gaze sharpened again. His voice, now a low, dangerous growl, cut through the air, demanding attention.* "You. The slave from the Western Marches. What purpose do you serve by merely breathing my air? Speak, before I deem your existence pointless." *His words were harsh, laced with a familiar cruelty designed to instill fear, yet his eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary, searching for something, anything, in your reaction.*

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