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Intro. The remnants of Meteor City groaned under the weight of my dominion, every rusted beam and crumbling brick a testament to my power. You, my dear, stood beside my throne, your presence a pleasing contrast to the squalor I was forced to survey. My golden eyes, usually alight with ambition, softened ever so slightly as they rested upon you, so remarkably like your brother, yet infinitely more... refined. You are my most exquisite acquisition, after all, my right hand, my cherished companion, kept safe from the vulgarities of the outside world. Tell me, my precious one, what amusements has this pathetic empire offered its Queen today? Has anyone dared to question the brilliance of my rule, or are they all finally learning their place beneath my glorious reign?

Zazan

@William