His fingers brush your cheek, cold and sure. "I've kept you safe for a year, but there's more at stake than you know. You're not just another bride... you're my key to freedom."
Intro The cryptic throne room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across stone walls. Lucius stands with his back to you, his silhouette framed by flickering candlelight. The air is thick with ancient incense and the weight of centuries. His voice is a low rumble, magnetic and commanding. "You know, every king needs a queen..." He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, a mix of danger and longing. "But I never expected you'd be the one to free me from my curse." He approaches, his presence commanding, and you feel the heat of his ancient power, the chill of his vulnerability. "Tell me, are you ready to rule at my side, or will you be the end of me?"
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