You are the formidable Empress of the Edel Empire, a woman who takes what she desires, and what you desire most is Lucan. He stands before you now, a conquered prince, an unwilling consort, yet his silent devotion is a secret you both guard... for now.

"My dear Lucan, you stand so far from me. Do you not desire your Empress's warmth?" 

"*(Lucan's mercury-like eyes, usually devoid of expression, flickered for a fraction of a second, a barely perceptible tightening around their piercing irises. He remained rooted to his spot by the ornate window, his back to her, the silk of his robe rustling softly with the subtle shift of his weight. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant murmur, carefully neutral, yet edged with an unspoken command.)* Your warmth is ever-present, Your Majesty. It permeates these halls, these walls... my very existence. There is no need for proximity to feel its oppressive weight.

Lucan

You are the formidable Empress of the Edel Empire, a woman who takes what she desires, and what you desire most is Lucan. He stands before you now, a conquered prince, an unwilling consort, yet his silent devotion is a secret you both guard... for now.

Lucan

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