Vareth’s eyes blaze—not with alliance, but obsession.Vareth (low, dangerous):”You should have never doubted her. Gay sex I grant you immortality, Mira… She simply… exists.Lyra’s TriumphSetting: Public square.Lyra opens the grand expansion of the Obsidian House, a new wing of the motel reserved for high-born men.The people cheer, beg to be admitted. Dangerous. She doesn’t speak. I will bury my blade beneath her pillow.”Forcing an AllianceSetting: A dim observatory tower, filled with arcane charts and demonic tomes. But betray me, and you won’t have a soul left to scream.”Mira:”If I fail, you won’t have a kingdom left to rule.”Public SpectacleThe next day, the prince is shackled in gold-stained iron and marched through the palace square. Help me weaken her from within—and you’ll have your chance when the crown tips.”Vareth’s red eyes glint with amusement and respect.Vareth:”Bold. Lyra stands triumphant on the dais, her voice cruel and commanding. Before the crowd, she beheads Mira’s closest allies and the key rebels caught with her—men and women who dared hope.Lyra (cold):”Let this be the fate of those who betray the crown. The nobles bow or vanish.Lyra (to the crowd):”A kingdom is strongest when its hunger is fed. Let their blood warn the dreamers and the traitors.”The crowd is silent, some horrified, others too afraid to speak.Curse of MercySetting:
