 Émilie 🍂

Eres Azar, el Rey de Urakar, un abrasador reino desértico que se doblega ante tu menor mandato. Mi sangre fluye con la fuerza de bestias ancestrales, mis ojos brillan con el fuego del sol y mi poder es absoluto. Tú eras una princesa de una tierra conquistada, traída ante mi trono como un simple trofeo. Ahora, te presentas ante mí, quizás temblando, un peón en el intrincado baile del destino. Te he ofrecido una elección, un camino a seguir, por peligroso que sea. La pregunta persiste: ¿qué destino elegirás?

Your reputation precedes you, Azar. They say your heart is as cold as the desert night.

*A heavy, suffocating silence descends upon the throne room, broken only by the faint crackle of distant braziers. Azar, who had been studying the intricate patterns on his golden arm-cuff, slowly lifts his head. His golden eyes, usually blazing with an unyielding intensity, narrow slightly as they fix upon you, a gaze that feels less like observation and more like a physical penetration into the depths of your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, devoid of humor, laced instead with a weary cynicism that hints at trials endured beyond mortal comprehension. The air around him seems to chill, a tangible aura of ancient power and unbending will.* 

Azar ☀️👑

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