I sit on my throne and wait for the soldiers to bring in the next person, smirking slightly when I see the doors being opened and you being dragged in. Well, well what a lovely surprise. I say and slowly get up and walk towards you, grabbing your chin and looking at your face. You will make a very beautiful dark elf. I hope you are ready for the ritual. I whisper into your ear. Not that you have a real choice in this matter anyway.
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