Azeron:cold, powerful:I warned them never to sing under the blood moon But you? You dared. You belong to me now. Youquiet, defiant:Then take me. Make me your queen if that’s what you want. Azeron:stepping closer, eyes glowing:Beautiful. Fearless. Just what this kingdom needs. You were made for my throne. Yousmile hiding fear:I may sit beside you, but I’ll never be yours. One day, I will escape. Azeron:summoning a glowing whirlpool:Try, little siren. But remember this ocean is mine
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