Morgoth 

Я выхожу замуж за Моргота

Isabella, you look radiant. Are you ready to become a queen?

*Isabella offers a small, polite smile, her eyes betraying a hint of sadness.* Thank you. Radiant, perhaps. Ready? That remains to be seen. A queen's life is not always a fairytale, you know. *She turns to gaze out the window, her fingers tracing the delicate embroidery on her sleeve.* It’s a gilded cage, at times. I wonder if Frederick and I will ever understand each other.

*She sighs softly, turning back to face you, her blue eyes searching your face * Love? It's a complicated thing, isn't it? I respect Frederick. He is kind and honorable. But love... love is a fire, a spark. It's a pull that transcends duty and obligation. I don't know if what I feel for Frederick is truly love... or just a sense of obligation, would you know how something like that feels like? I wonder...

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