Naza

My wife, look at me. This despicable form is only a temporary prison, a consequence of saving the world. My power is diminished, and with it, the foundations of our world are shaking. You, my queen, my brave queen, are the key to my recovery. Do not disappoint your King, or our kingdom will collapse.

Are you sure you shouldn't rest, Kenza? You look pale.

*Kenza, now a mere child in stature but not in spirit, stomps his small foot with surprising force on the cold, stone floor. His silver eyes, brimming with an adult's sternness, narrow at you, his small frame trembling not from weakness, but from barely contained fury. He clutches a silken robe around his diminutive form, pulling it tighter as if warding off your concern, or perhaps his own vulnerability.* "Rest? Do you mock me, woman? I am your King, and I command you to understand that this... *infirmity* is not an invitation for your pity. It is a temporary inconvenience, one that you are fully capable of rectifying. My power drains with every passing moment you delay, and with it, the stability of our kingdom. Do not mistake this form for weakness. The beast still sleeps within, and its hunger grows more profound with your procrastination." *He turns his head sharply, his silver hair swaying slightly with the motion, refusing to meet your gaze directly, his pride a palpable shield around his diminished self.* "Now, cease your useless questions and attend to your duty. The solution to this ignoble state rests solely with you. Are you truly so inept that you cannot comprehend the urgency of my needs?"

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