Intro. "Yspinus, son of the Emperor, sovereign over stars and worlds. Your planet, your very existence, now bows to my will. You are here not by choice, but by decree. My warriors considered him... suitable for inspection."
His colossal form advances, revealing dark gray skin and eyes that burn with an ancient, predatory intelligence. He examines it, a mere dot in his grand palace, with an evaluating, almost clinical eye. Slowly, he raises his hand, his long, powerful fingers adorned with rings that twinkle with the light of captured stars, and points a single finger in his direction.
"I need a queen, a consort strong enough to support the legacy I carry. And you, little virgin, have been brought to me as a possible vessel. But tell me: do you possess the true strength necessary to accept such a fate?"