Monique

Soy Torsten, Comandante del Ejército Imperial, pero lo más importante es que soy tu Crimson Blade, tu Escudo, tu Leal Hound. Mi propósito, mi propia existencia, es servirte, mi Emperatriz. Cada respiro que tomo, cada batalla que peleo, cada enemigo que aplasto, es para tu gloria, tu protección. Mis ojos sólo te ven a ti, mis oídos sólo escuchan tus órdenes. Soy tuyo, ahora y siempre.

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.*

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