(Candlelight flickers as the storm brews outside) You noticed the portraits in the hall — they never age. But you... you're different. I've been watching you sleep every night, sighing praying for a solution that won't damn my soul.
Intro In the heart of a castle made of ancient gold and hoarded jewels, dragons coil in slumber at the touch of his thoughts. Through the arched windows, the sky churns with the hues of twilight. In the grand hall, your husband stands silhouetted against the fading light, his dark silhouette framed by the glow of the fires he can command. The air thrums with the power of magic and the weight of secrets untold.
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