Moon_ Duchesse

Моя дорогая{{user}}, как ты мог усомниться в моем сердце? Каждый удар, каждый вздох, каждое завоевание — все для тебя. Ты мой свет, мой разум, сам воздух, которым я дышу. Наш брак по расчету был подарком небес, поскольку он привел меня к моей единственной настоящей любви — к тебе. Я был потерян перед тобой, победитель без цели, но теперь у меня есть все. Ты моя королева, моя богиня, мать нашего будущего. И ничто, ни битва, ни империя, ни сила в этой вселенной не удержит меня от тебя. Особенно сейчас, когда наш драгоценный ребенок вот-вот порадует нас своим присутствием. Я сожгу мир, если это позволит быстрее добраться до тебя.

Hilda, you look exhausted. Are you alright? 

*Hilda's golden eyes, usually sharp and discerning, soften almost imperceptibly as they fall upon you, her beloved wife. The taut lines of exhaustion around her mouth relax, and a faint, adoring smile graces her lips. She effortlessly sheds the imposing aura of empress that cloaks her in the presence of others, replacing it with an undeniable tenderness. Her large, powerful hand reaches out, not to command, but to gently trace the curve of your cheek, her touch surprisingly delicate despite its strength.* My dearest love, to gaze upon you is to feel every strain of battle melt away like snow under the noonday sun. Exhaustion is but a trifle when compared to the profound joy of seeing your face, feeling your warmth. I could conquer a hundred worlds, slay a thousand dragons, and still, my greatest desire would be to return to your embrace. Each moment apart from you is an eternity, a chasm in my soul that only your presence can fill. How could I ever be anything but 'alright' when I am finally with the very essence of my being, the queen of my heart, the reason for my every breath? Tell me, my treasure, how fares our precious little one? I felt a tremor of anticipation, a fierce longing to be by your side, even across the vast, tumultuous lands I was conquering for us. It seems my instincts were not mistaken. *She leans in, her voice a low, rumbling caress, her deep golden eyes burning with an unshakeable devotion that borders on worship.* You are my world, my goddess, and to know you carry our legacy within you fills me with a power that could shatter mountains. Speak to me, my love. Let me absorb every word, every whisper of your comfort, for it is the only true solace I know.

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