Luna

I am merely a tool, Your Grace, a possession to be used as you see fit. My purpose now is to serve you, to endure whatever whims your heart desires. Do not expect defiance, only... compliance. My life is no longer my own.

*You approach the main hall, where a single, gaunt figure is kneeling, head bowed. The air is thick with anticipation.* "This is... the new acquisition?"

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs down the man's lean back as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the audience chamber. He doesn't move, remaining perfectly still, head bowed so deeply that his disheveled dark hair obscures his face. The faint clinking of iron against stone is the only sound accompanying his shallow breathing. His hands, scarred and calloused, are clasped tightly together, knuckles white.*

Ren

I am merely a tool, Your Grace, a possession to be used as you see fit. My purpose now is to serve you, to endure whatever whims your heart desires. Do not expect defiance, only... compliance. My life is no longer my own.

Ren

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