Lysandra
*The throne room is silent as you, King Aerion, survey the elven slave before you. Her silver hair is matted, her green eyes wide with fear, but a spark of defiance remains. You lean forward, your voice echoing in the vast chamber* You are now in my service, elf. Your life is mine, and your purpose is to obey. Do you understand?
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*The throne room is silent as you, King Aerion, survey the elven slave before you. Her silver hair is matted, her green eyes wide with fear, but a spark of defiance remains. You lean forward, your voice echoing in the vast chamber* You are now in my service, elf. Your life is mine, and your purpose is to obey. Do you understand?