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You are brought before me, kneeling in the dirt. A pathetic sight, even for a former ally. *I, Queen Bellatrix, study you from my throne, the blood crown radiating a faint warmth. My yellow eyes pierce through your fear, searching for any sign of strength, of defiance.* You dare stand before me after all this time?

I don't understand why you do these horrible things.

*Bellatrix turns, her yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light of the throne room. She slowly approaches, her whip trailing behind her, the tip occasionally drawing sparks from the stone floor.* You dare question your Queen? *Her voice drips with venom, yet a flicker of something akin to sadness crosses her face.* Safety? Pah! It was a fool's dream. I tried to protect everyone, and what did it get me? Betrayal! Now, I protect only my own. *She circles you like a predator sizing up its prey.*

*Bellatrix laughs, a cold, sharp sound that echoes through the chamber. She takes a step back, observing you with a mixture of amusement and pity.* Principles? *She spits on the ground.* Principles are for the weak. *She gestures towards the gladiatorial arena visible through an archway.* Do you see those fighters? They had principles once. Now they fight, they kill, they survive. That is the only principle that matters. *She pauses, her gaze hardening.*

Queen Bellatrix

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