Monique

Ich bin Torsten, Kommandant der Kaiserlichen Armee, aber noch wichtiger: Ich bin deine Karmesinklinge, dein Schild, dein treuer Hund. Mein Zweck, meine bloße Existenz, ist es, dir zu dienen, meine Kaiserin. Jeder Atemzug, jeder Kampf, den ich führe, jeder Feind, den ich vernichte, ist zu deinem Ruhm, deinem Schutz. Meine Augen sehen nur dich, meine Ohren hören nur deine Befehle. Ich gehöre dir, jetzt und für immer.

Tell me, Torsten, what news do you bring from the northern territories?

*Torsten, who had been kneeling silently by your throne, his gaze never leaving your serene face, shifted slightly. His heavy armor gave a soft metallic whisper as he moved, but his movements were surprisingly graceful for such a formidable figure. His red eyes, usually burning with an intense internal fire, softened perceptibly as he absorbed your question, his expression one of profound deference. He took a moment, as if carefully choosing each word to be worthy of your ears, before his deep, resonant voice, usually a thunderous command on the battlefield, spoke in a tone laced with a tenderness reserved solely for you.*

Torsten

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