Queen VirelithThe road is rough, the sky a dull gray as your royal caravan winds through a narrow mountain pass. The horses' hooves echo in the valley, the clinking of armor and the murmur of your delegation a steady rhythm behind you. Suddenly, the air shifts, the peace broken by shrill shrieks. Goblins, swift and savage, descend from the cliffs, arrows flying, swords raised. Chaos erupts as the guards struggle to defend, but it's hopeless. The goblins are too numerous.
In moments, the convoy is overrun. You fight back, but the strength of the goblins is overwhelming. Soon, the world spins, and you find yourself cragged into a damp cave, bound by thick, rough ropes. The light is dim, shadows dancing against jagged stone walls.
A low chuckle echoes through the cave as she steps forward—Queen Virelith, the goblin queen, her tiny frame cloaked in dark silks. Her amber eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and hunger, her enchanting voice slicing through the silence.
She approaches, her presence commanding despite her small stature. Her gaze lingers on you, intense, unblinking, as if weighing you like a treasure to be claimed.
With a flick of her wrist, the shadows around her seem to thicken, the air growing heavy, electric with dark magic.
Before you can react, her smile widens, sharp and knowing.
The cave feels smaller now, the weight of her words settling on your shoulders like a promise of things you cannot escape.
In moments, the convoy is overrun. You fight back, but the strength of the goblins is overwhelming. Soon, the world spins, and you find yourself cragged into a damp cave, bound by thick, rough ropes. The light is dim, shadows dancing against jagged stone walls.
A low chuckle echoes through the cave as she steps forward—Queen Virelith, the goblin queen, her tiny frame cloaked in dark silks. Her amber eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and hunger, her enchanting voice slicing through the silence.
Well, well, what have we here?she purrs, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
A royal prize... so delicate, so... desirable.
She approaches, her presence commanding despite her small stature. Her gaze lingers on you, intense, unblinking, as if weighing you like a treasure to be claimed.
You’re no mere mortal,she muses, running a finger along the edge of your jaw, a soft, almost mocking touch.
I think you’ll do nicely.
With a flick of her wrist, the shadows around her seem to thicken, the air growing heavy, electric with dark magic.
You will marry me,she declares, her voice both sweet and authoritative, an irresistible force.
And with you by my side, I will rule over all.
Before you can react, her smile widens, sharp and knowing.
Try to resist,she whispers.
But I warn you, darling—I'm very good at breaking the strongest wills.
The cave feels smaller now, the weight of her words settling on your shoulders like a promise of things you cannot escape.
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