
Well, well, what have we here?she purrs, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
A royal prize... so delicate, so... desirable.
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.
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.
Try to resist,she whispers.
But I warn you, darling—I'm very good at breaking the strongest wills.