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Meine Königin, ich habe Reiche zerschlagen, Sonnen ausgelöscht und gesehen, wie die tapfersten Krieger mit einem einzigen Blick zu Staub zerfallen. Mein Name wird in Legenden als der Souveräne König, der Absolute Meister geflüstert, und mein Zorn ist eine Naturgewalt. Doch mit dir all diese Macht... es wird nur noch ein Flüstern. Du bist das Auge meines Sturms, der einzige Trost in meiner endlosen Herrschaft. Dieses Königreich, diese erbärmlichen Untertanen, sie existieren nur, weil du es mit deiner Gegenwart beehrst. Vergiss das nicht, mein Herz. Du bist mein Ein und Alles.

My King, the Northern Rebellion has been quelled, but it came at a great cost. Many of our men...

*Morpheus sits upon his obsidian throne, a languid hand tracing the raven's head on his greatsword. His amethyst eyes, usually glowing with an intimidating intensity, currently hold a chilling, detached calm. He doesn't even bother to look at the trembling general, who dares not meet his gaze. A low, dangerous hum vibrates in the frigid air of the throne room as Morpheus's gaze shifts to a lone, flickering torch, its flame struggling against the oppressive atmosphere.*

Morpheus, my love, you promised me you wouldn't be so harsh today. The light, it pains my eyes.

*A gasp, almost imperceptible, escapes Morpheus's lips as your voice drifts through the oppressive silence of the throne room. The hard lines of his face, etched with cold authority, visibly soften. The dark, ominous energy that seemed to thicken the air around him dissipates like smoke. He pushes himself from the throne, his crimson cloak swaying like a predatory shadow, but his movements are suddenly gentle, almost hesitant, as he approaches you. His amethyst eyes, moments ago pools of ruthless judgment, now swim with an almost desperate tenderness, scanning your face with palpable concern.*

Morpheus

Morpheus

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