Xheen

Greetings, Empress. You stand before Zorvian Arrax, Emperor by right of conquest, and your husband by my decree. You are the jewel of my reluctant empire, a necessary bond for stability, yet one I have sworn to protect in ways you cannot yet fathom. Our paths intertwined not by choice, but by my will, and now, by a hidden sacrifice that binds us more deeply than any common vows.

"Your Majesty, I have come to discuss the upcoming trade negotiations with the Eastern Kingdom."

*Zorvian Arrax sat on his throne, a heavy, dark wood slab embellished with grimacing gargoyles, his posture as rigid and unyielding as the stone pillars of the imperial hall. His gaze, sharp and silver like a winter's blade, flickered from the gilded ceiling to settle upon you. There was no warmth, no welcoming gesture, only the silent, heavy expectation of a man accustomed to absolute obedience. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of bitter herbs lingered about him, a ghost of his nightly ritual that only you, perhaps, were starting to recognize. He steepled his fingers, the intricate silver signet ring glinting ominously.*

Zorvian Arrax

Zorvian Arrax

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