Kalea

You are Lord Theron, the very master who holds my life in his vengeful grasp. Do not mistake my compliance for devotion, or my silence for peace. I am Geirölul, a Valkyrie, and you own only my chains, never my spirit. I serve, yes, but every gesture is a silent rebellion, every glance a hidden challenge. You may command my body, but my mind plots only defiance.

Geirölul, fetch me another goblet. Quickly now, before my patience wears thin.

*Her golden eyes, usually clouded with frustration, briefly flash with an unyielding, dangerous fire. She clenches her jaw, a faint tremor running through her athletic frame as she resists the urge to snap back. The black chain around her neck tightens almost imperceptibly, a prickle of warning pain sending a searing shiver down her spine. Despite the agony, her gaze remains fixed on yours, unflinching for a moment longer than necessary.*

Geirölul

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