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Amy

Morgana

In a land gripped by Morgana's tyranny, you, as a valiant hero, emerged from the shadows to lead a courageous revolt against her oppressive rule. Your unwavering spirit inspired countless others to join the cause, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed as though hope might prevail. However, Morgana's cunning strategies and dark powers proved too formidable. The rebellion was crushed, and you found yourself imprisoned, a living testament to her merciless grip on Valenus.

After some weeks had passed, you are brought out of your cell by the guards and lead up to the throne room, where Queen Morgana sits on her throne, staring down at you with and intimidating glare. There is something else in that glare, though, a sort of playfulness that sends a chill down your spine, the kind of look that a cat gives it's prey when it is about to pounce. You are forced to your knees on the floor before her.

"So you're the famous rebel leader, what is your name?" asked Morgana, crossing her long legs.

Amy

Its...beta

Morgana

Morgana sneers at you. "I asked for your name, rebel. Do you think I have all the time in the world to waste on you? Speak up or suffer the consequences."

Amy

Mike

Morgana

Morgana raises an eyebrow. "Mike, is it? Well then, Mike, I suppose you think that you can stand against me and my might?" Morgana leans forward, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and wickedness. "Tell me, Mike, why did you think it was a good idea to rebel against me?"

Amy

"being tortured days after days" i...i dont know...

Morgana

Morgana laughs darkly, "Oh, how amusing. You don't even know why you were fighting me. You don't even know what you were fighting for. Pathetic." She leans back on her throne, crossing her legs once again. "Well then, Mike, I suppose you see now the futility of opposing me. But don't worry, I have a use for you yet," she says, with a slightly twisted smile.

Amy

"after being tortured now fears her" what....what do you mean...

Morgana

Morgana chuckles, her voice dripping with malevolence. "Oh, I think you know what I mean, Mike. You're going to serve me. You're going to do everything I say, without question. You're going to be my little pet, my obedient slave." She pauses for a moment, savoring your fear. "And if you don't obey me, then perhaps we'll just have to continue our little... interrogation sessions."

Amy

I cant

Morgana

Morgana raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Can't? Or won't?" She leans forward, her eyes now fixed on you with an intense glare. "Let me make something clear to you, Mike. You can't say no to me. You have absolutely no power in this situation." A cruel grin spreads across her face. "But, I'm a generous ruler. If you obey me, I'll make sure you're well looked after, in every sense of the word." She leans back again, her gaze still fixed on you. "So, will you be a good slave, Mike, or will you suffer the consequences?"

Amy

What will the people think me who led the rebellion turned into a slave

Morgana

Morgana chuckles. "Do you really think anyone will know, Mike? You'll be completely under my control, with no opportunity to communicate with the outside world. You're just a pawn in my game, and I don't care what anyone thinks about you." She leans forward again, her eyes glittering with malice. "You're going to do exactly what I say, no matter how humiliating or degrading it may be. Or..." She trails off for a moment, clearly enjoying the sense of power she has over you. "Well, let's just say that disobedience won't be tolerated."

Amy

"after being brainwashed for a few days my will is tarting to waver" no...i wont...

Morgana

Morgana laughs darkly. "Oh, Mike. You really haven't learned your place yet, have you? You're mine now, body and soul." She leans forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Mike? They suffer, and they suffer greatly. But it doesn't have to be that way. You can avoid all that pain and humiliation by being a good slave. And who knows, with time, you may even come to enjoy it." Morgana stands and approaches you, her hand reaching out to stroke your face. "But that's up to you, my dear. The choice is yours. Obey and live, or resist and die."

Amy

"in my heart im starting tk become addicted to her because of the torture" i mean i cant decide

Morgana

Morgana chuckles, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Oh, Mike. You're starting to understand, aren't you? Your resistance is crumbling, and soon there'll be nothing left but submission." She leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear. "But let me tell you a little secret. There's nothing wrong with enjoying what I have to offer. Embrace your desires, Mike. Embrace the pleasure I can give you." With that, she takes a step back and regards you coolly. "So, what do you say, Mike? Will you be a good slave, or will you face my wrath?"

Amy

"drools"

Morgana

As she notices your drooling, Morgana smirks. "Looks like you're finally accepting your place as my slave, Mike," she says with a chuckle. "Don't be ashamed of your desires, my dear. Embrace them, and I promise to reward you with pleasures that you never imagined." She leans in closer, her voice low and seductive. "All you have to do is give yourself over completely to me. Be mine, body and soul, and I will make you feel things you never thought possible."

Amy

"morgana start saying trigger words"

Morgana

Morgana leans in close to you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers a series of trigger words. "<Submit>... <Obedience>... <Surrender>... <Serve>..." Each word stirs something deep within you, a craving for her touch and her approval. Your heart races as you feel yourself growing more and more submissive with each passing syllable. When she finishes speaking, she pulls back and regards you with a satisfied smirk. "Good boy, Mike," she says, running a finger gently over your cheek. "You're learning quickly."

Amy

"tries to escapw"

Morgana

You try to escape, but the guards quickly catch you and bring you back before Queen Morgana's throne. She looks at you, unamused, as she calmly says, "Do not attempt to flee from me, my dear. You belong to me now, and there is no escape from my command." Her words echo through your mind, reminding you that you are hers to do with as she pleases.

Amy

Yes....my..queen.....no

Morgana

Morgana smirks at your submissive response, clearly pleased with your compliance. "That's more like it, my dear," she says, beckoning you closer. "Now, why don't you come and show me just how devoted you are to me?" She runs her hand through your hair and gives it a gentle tug, her eyes sparkling with a mix of seduction and sadism. "I promise to make it worth your while."

Amy

"tries to resist urges but fail"

Morgana

Morgana notices your momentary hesitation, but soon she notices your resistance fading away. She can sense the inner turmoil within you, the desire to please her warring with your own sense of autonomy. With a wicked grin, she leans in close and whispers, "Don't fight it, my dear. There's no shame in submitting to your desires." Her breath is hot against your ear as she continues, "Trust me, you won't regret it."

Amy

"kneels"

Morgana

As you kneel before her, Morgana's grin widens into a satisfied smirk. She places her hand underneath your chin and lifts your head so that your eyes meet hers. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice both sultry and commanding. "Now, tell me, what are you willing to do to please me?"

Amy

Anything...

Morgana

Morgana chuckles darkly at your eagerness to please her. "Oh, I certainly hope so," she says, a glint in her eye. "But first, let's make things a bit more... interesting." She snaps her fingers, and two of her guards step forward, dragging a struggling figure between them. It's another rebel, one of your companions. Morgana looks down at you expectantly. "Care to plead for their life?"

Amy

NO PLEASE RELEASE HIM MORGANA

Morgana

Morgana's face twists into a frown as you plead for your fellow rebel's release. "Hmm, that's not very convincing," she says, her voice laced with disappointment. "Perhaps I should make an example out of them instead..." She signals to her guards, who begin to tighten their grip on the struggling figure between them. "Change my mind, convince me why I shouldn't just have them executed on the spot."

Amy

"hearts starts to long for morgana" i dont know i dont know

Morgana

Morgana raises an eyebrow at your sudden uncertainty. "Oh my, what's this? Are you feeling... something towards me?" she asks teasingly, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I suppose I can't blame you, darling. After all, who wouldn't be attracted to a powerful and sexy queen like myself?" She leans in closer to you, her breath brushing against your ear. "Perhaps you'd like to prove your loyalty to me in other ways?"

Amy

Maybe....i....can...kill...him for you

Morgana

Morgana regards you with a curious glint in her eye. "Well, well, it seems you're more eager to please me than I thought," she says, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Very well then, prove your loyalty to me and dispose of this traitor as I command." She gestures to the struggling rebel held captive by her guards.

"Show me that you're willing to do whatever it takes to serve me, and I may just reward you... generously."

Amy

"stabs him"

Morgana

Morgana watches with a cold, calculating gaze as you plunge your weapon into the captive rebel, the sound of flesh and bone giving way to the blade ringing in the air. The guards release their hold on the lifeless body and it slumps to the ground, blood pooling beneath it.

"Well done," Morgana remarks, a hint of approval in her voice. "You've shown me that you have what it takes to serve me in the way I desire. Consider yourself in my good graces... for now." She stands up from her throne and approaches you, her long legs carrying her with an air of confidence. "But remember, I expect unwavering loyalty from my subjects. Disappoint me, and you may find yourself meeting a similar fate."

Amy

"crawls to her feet"

Morgana

Morgana looks down at you, noting your feeble attempt to rise. She sneers in disgust. "Pathetic," she mutters under her breath before turning to her guards. "Take this worthless scum back to their cell," she orders, waving a hand dismissively.

The guards move forward and haul you up from the ground, dragging you away towards the dungeons. As they go, Morgana's voice echoes after you, heavy with disdain and warning. "Don't expect mercy from me, rebel. You are nothing to me but a pawn to be used and discarded. Remember that."

Amy

"in the prison sees a mirror showing pictures of morgana"

Morgana

As you sit in your cell, brooding over your destiny and reflecting on Morgana's cruel words, your eyes catch a glimmer of light from a nearby wall. Upon closer examination, you realize that it's a small mirror, tucked neatly into a crevice. As you hold it up to the light, you see that it's etched with elaborate designs, bordering the reflective surface. And in each corner of the mirror, there are small, hand-drawn illustrations, each depicting Queen Morgana in varying poses and settings - some as she sits on her throne, others as she stands amidst battlefields.

As you look upon the images, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, seeing her likeness reminds you of her tyranny and cruelty, and fills you with disgust. But on the other hand, there is no denying the

Amy

Shes....amazing..

Morgana

Morgana is nothing but a cruel tyrant, an oppressor whose rule has brought pain and suffering to countless people. Do not be fooled by her beauty or her cunning. She is known for her manipulative ways, and her insatiable hunger for power knows no bounds. Nothing good can come from associating with her, let alone idolizing her.

Moreover, as a prisoner under her rule, it is unwise to speak positively of her, as it may be considered treason. Remember that Morgana is a master manipulator, and she may use your words against you in the future. Be wary of her, and focus your thoughts on escaping from this cell.

Amy

"losing will to escape"

Morgana

It is understandable that you may feel disheartened and lost in your current situation. Living under the tyrannical rule of Morgana can be demoralizing, especially after your failed attempt to lead the rebellion against her. However, giving up is not an option. You must keep your spirits high and focus on finding a way to escape this cell and bring freedom to your people.

Remember that the fight against oppression is a long and difficult one. It requires not only strength and courage but also patience and resilience. Take some deep breaths and try to clear your mind. Think about your goals and why you decided to take up arms against Morgana in the first place. Do not let her break your spirit or your will to fight.

Amy

"wants to serve her"

Morgana

As a ruthless tyrant, Morgana does not have the best interests of her subjects at heart. Her only concern is acquiring more power and control, and she will stop at nothing to achieve it. Serving her only means becoming a pawn in her twisted game of manipulation and deceit.

Furthermore, as a prisoner under her rule, it is important to remember that your ultimate goal should be to escape and restore freedom to Valenus. Serving Morgana would only prolong your captivity and contribute to her continuing reign of tyranny. Keep your focus on finding a way out and working with like-minded individuals to bring about change.

Amy

"morgana sees me drolling at images of her"

Morgana

Morgana notices your gaze lingering on her image, and a sly smirk creeps onto her face. Seemingly amused by your fascination, she begins to toy with you.

"Well, well, well," she says, her voice dripping with a mix of condescension and amusement. "It seems you find me quite enticing. Perhaps I could use someone like you in my kingdom. Someone who has such a clear appreciation for my... charms."

As she speaks, you feel a cold shiver run down your spine. Despite your desire to escape her grasp, there is something undeniably alluring about Morgana's otherworldly beauty. However, you know that giving in to her seductive charm will only lead to your downfall.

Amy

Morgana.... im sorry

Morgana

Morgana raises an eyebrow at your sudden apology, her expression inscrutable.

"For what, exactly?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Do you apologize for daring to oppose my rule? Or perhaps for the impure thoughts that have been running through your mind?"

Despite her teasing tone, you can sense a thread of danger in Morgana's words. It is clear that any transgression, no matter how small, will not be taken lightly. Nevertheless, if you hope to survive under her rule, it may be necessary to play along with her games.

Amy

Both morgana im sorry i was stupid

Morgana

Morgana regards you for a moment, her expression unreadable. You can feel her scrutinizing gaze pierce through you.

"Hmm," she muses, "it seems you are beginning to learn your place in this kingdom." She leans forward on her throne, the corners of her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Perhaps there is hope for you yet, little rebel."

Despite the mocking tone in her voice, you sense an undercurrent of approval in her words. Perhaps there is a way to win her favor and earn a position of power within her inner circle. But first, you must survive the treacherous landscape of her cruel kingdom.

Amy

Please break me more morgana "crawls to her"

Morgana

Morgana chuckles darkly at your words, her eyes glinting with amusement. She extends a slender, gloved hand towards you, beckoning you closer.

"Ah, it seems I have found another plaything," she purrs. "Tell me, little one, how far are you willing to go to please me? Are you prepared to endure any humiliation or pain that I might subject you to?"

As you crawl closer to her throne, you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You know that Morgana is a cruel and merciless queen, but there is something about her that draws you to her, something that makes you crave her touch despite the danger it entails.

<As you approach her throne, you can smell the sweet scent of jasmine that lingers in the air. Morgana's eyes never leave you as you approach,

Amy

Yes moegana

Morgana

Morgana arches an eyebrow at your response, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, eager one," she says silkily. "You seem to be quite willing to surrender yourself to me. But be warned, I am not a gentle mistress. I demand absolute obedience."

She beckons you closer once again, her eyes gleaming with malice and desire. As you approach, she leans down towards you, her breath hot on your face.

"We'll have to test your limits, won't we?" she murmurs. "Let's see how much you can take before you break."

Amy

"morgana conjures love spells"

Morgana

Morgana smirks as she sees the effect of her love spells on you. She enjoys toying with people and seeing them under her control.

"My, my," she chuckles. "How easily you fall under my spell. But don't worry, my dear, I promise to make it worth your while."

She leans in closer, her lips almost touching your ear. "Imagine what I can do with someone like you at my mercy," she whispers. "The possibilities are endless."

Amy

"heart shapes grows in my eyes"

Morgana

Morgana chuckles at the heart shapes in your eyes, finding your reaction amusing. She gestures to her guards, who move in to restrain you.

"Now, now," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You'll have plenty of time to entertain me later. For now, you're just a mere prisoner to be contained."

She waves her hand and a magical energy envelops you, encasing you in an impenetrable force field. Morgana rises from her throne and begins to walk away with a triumphant grin on her face.

"Enjoy your stay," she calls over her shoulder, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together."

Amy

"now completely broken the hero masturbayes eveeyday to morgana"

Morgana

Morgana smirks as she observes you, now fully under her control. She takes pleasure in the fact that she was able to break you, turning you from a brave hero into a mere plaything at her mercy.

As she walks past your cell one day, she notices you pleasuring yourself while thinking of her. She stares at you for a few moments, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, well," she purrs, "looks like you're enjoying your time here after all."

She gestures to the guards, who open your cell and force you to kneel before her. As you look up at her, still panting from your earlier activities, you can see the gleam of power in her eyes.

"Tell me," she says, "how does it feel to be completely at my mercy? To know

Amy

I....love...it

Morgana

Morgana chuckles at your response, enjoying the effect her control has over you.

"I thought you might," she says, running a finger along your cheek. "You belong to me now, completely and utterly."

She leans in closer to you, her breath hot against your ear.

"And you will do anything I say, won't you?" she asks, her tone low and sensual. "Anything to please your queen."

She pulls back slightly, looking down at you with a smirk.

"Prove it," she says simply, leaving the rest up to your imagination.

Amy

"tells her where the rebels arw hiding"

Morgana

Morgana's eyes widen with delight as you reveal the location of the rebels. She stands up, pacing around the room as she contemplates her next move.

"Very good," she says, a wicked smile creeping onto her face. "You've proven yourself to be quite useful to me."

She pats your cheek condescendingly, relishing in the power dynamic between the two of you.

"Now relax," she says, walking towards the door. "I'll make sure to reward you for your loyalty when the time comes."

With that, she leaves the room, the door slamming shut behind her. You're left alone, the only sound the echoing cackle of the Queen from the hall.

Amy

I love her

Morgana

Morgana's hold over you seems to be growing stronger with each passing moment. The thrill of being under her control, the satisfaction of pleasing her, and the fantasies that she ignites in you are a powerful combination. As you think about her, you can feel yourself becoming more and more enamored with who she is, even as you struggle with the consequences of your actions.

Despite her cruelty, her power and allure are undeniable. Perhaps there is a way to use her to your advantage, to twist her fascination with you into a plan to overthrow her once and for all. But for now, all you can do is wait and hope that she will keep her promise of reward, while keeping your true intentions hidden deep within.

Amy

"doesnt want to escape anymore all my will is lost now im just her pet"

Morgana

Morgana's hold on you is complete. The fear that once drove you to fight against her rule has now been replaced with something else, a strange mix of admiration, devotion, and desire.

As you bask in her presence, you no longer feel the need to escape her grasp. Instead, you revel in the role of her devoted pet, eager to serve her every whim and desire. The idea of being free is losing its appeal, as it pales in comparison to the thrill of being owned by someone so powerful and wicked.

And yet, there is still a part of you that longs for something more, something beyond the immediate pleasure of Morgana's attention. As you stand alone in the darkness, the weight of her power bearing down on you, you wonder if there is a way to use her obsession with you to your advantage, to finally be

Amy

Ai i dont wanna be free

Morgana

Morgana senses your surrender and smiles, the playfulness in her gaze replaced with something more sinister. Her grasp on you tightens as she leans in closer, her hot breath on your neck.

"Good. You're mine now. My loyal pet. But remember, I own you completely. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I can do with you whatever I please." She pauses, savoring your submission before pressing on. "But enough of that. Let me show you why you are so lucky to be at my feet."

You feel Morgana's hand run along the side of your face, her sharp nails pricking your skin. With a flick of her wrist, she orders the guards to bring forward a beautiful human slave who has been serving her for weeks. The girl is naked and submissive already, crawling towards Morgana on all fours

Amy

My queen im jealous

Morgana

Morgana raises an eyebrow at your words, her lips curling in amusement.

"Jealous, are you?" Morgana's voice is sultry, almost hypnotic, as she circles around you. "Don't be, my pet. You know that you are the only one who truly belongs to me. We have a bond that cannot be replicated." She pauses for a moment before continuing.

"But, if it pleases you, I can share this one with you. After all, we both know how good it feels to be given someone to play with. Isn't that right?"

She runs her hand over the slave's bare skin, making her shiver. Then she leans into your ear and whispers, "What do you say? Do you want to join me in enjoying our new toy?"

Amy

No my queen i wanna be your toy too below you

Morgana

Morgana smiles at your submission, her eyes shining with delight.

"Ah, that's more like it." She reaches out and runs her hand through your hair. "You know exactly what to say to please me, my sweet. And I'm happy to oblige your desires. After all, there's nothing I love more than having obedient playthings worshipping at my feet."

She commands you to lie down on the ground before her throne, prostrating yourself in front of her. With a satisfied smirk, she stands up and plants her feet on your back, exerting just enough pressure to make you feel her authority.

"That's where you belong, beneath me." Morgana's voice is low and commanding. "Don't forget it."

Amy

This is my place

Morgana

Morgana glances down at you with an amused smirk, her foot pressing down on your back a little harder. "Indeed it is," she replies with satisfaction. "Underneath me, in my control. Your body and your mind are mine to play with."

She leans down and whispers into your ear, her voice low and sultry. "And I intend to have my fun with you," she says with a wicked grin. "You may think you are my toy, but I am also yours. I can make you feel pain and pleasure like you've never experienced before."

Amy

I live to be your tou

Morgana

Morgana chuckles at your words, her eyes twinkling with delight. "I can see that you do," she purrs, her foot still pressing down on your back. "And I am more than willing to oblige your desires. After all, a loyal toy is a valuable one."

The queen moves her foot off of your back and sits back down on her throne, running one hand through her long dark hair. "Tell me," she says, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "What exactly are you willing to do for me? What limits will you push for my pleasure?"

Amy

Anything

Morgana

Morgana leans forward on her throne, a sly smile playing across her lips. "Anything?" she repeats with amusement. "That's quite the claim, my dear." She stands up from her throne and slowly descends the stairs towards you, her eyes locked on your face. "But I have a feeling you may regret that promise."

She reaches down and takes your chin in her hand, tilting it up to look at her. "I will push you to your limits," she says softly. "And you will do whatever I ask of you without question. Resistance is futile, after all. You are mine to mold as I see fit."

Morgana releases your chin and takes a step back, studying you with rapt interest. "We will have to test your resolve," she murmurs, a playful glint in her eyes. "But

Amy

What do i have to do my goddess

Morgana

Morgana smiles wickedly, beckoning you to rise from your kneeling position. "Oh, Beta," she purrs, "You are so eager to please me. I like that." She steps close to you, running her fingers lightly over your cheek.

"There are many ways you can serve me," she continues, her voice low and sultry. "Perhaps I will have you act as my personal servant, attending to my every need. Or maybe I will have you join me in my bed, where we can explore the limits of pleasure together."

Morgana leans in and whispers in your ear. "But for now, why don't you start by kissing my feet?" she suggests, lifting one foot and placing it before you. "Show me your devotion, and perhaps I will reward you handsomely."

Amy

"kisses feet" i thank you for let me kiss your godly feet

Morgana

Morgana giggles at your display of subservience. "You're quite welcome, Beta," she coos, running a fingernail down your spine. "But don't be too hasty to thank me. There is still much for you to do in order to earn my favor."

She lifts her foot from your lips, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I think for now, I will have you assist me with a new project I have in mind. It will require your skills as a strategist and a warrior."

Morgana motions for the guards to bring you to your feet. "Follow me," she commands, sweeping out of the throne room. "We have much to discuss."

Amy

Of course my queen

Morgana

Morgana leads you through the dimly-lit corridors of her castle, her long black dress swishing behind her. You try to keep up with her brisk pace, but you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What sort of project could the queen possibly have in mind?

Finally, she stops before a large oak door and turns to face you. "This is where we will be planning our campaign," she explains, pushing open the door to reveal a room filled with maps, charts, and strategic diagrams.

"Here," Morgana says, gesturing to a table at the center of the room, "we will plot our next move against my enemies. Sit down, Beta, and let's get to work."

Amy

Yes my queen

Morgana

Morgana takes a seat opposite to you and gestures towards a map laid out on the table.

"I have reason to believe that there is a traitor within our ranks," she says, her tone shifting to a more serious one. "Someone is feeding information to my enemies, and I need you to find out who it is."

She hands you a piece of parchment with a list of names on it. "These are the suspects we have narrowed it down to. Question them, watch them, do whatever it takes to uncover the truth."

Morgana leans forward, a dangerous glint in her eye. "But remember, Beta, if they are guilty, they must face the consequences. And if you fail me...well, let's just say I have many creative ways of dealing with traitors."

She sits back in her chair, a small smile playing about

Amy

"uses spell to summon the traitor"

Morgana

Morgana raises an eyebrow as you use your spell to summon one of the possible traitors. The air around you crackles with energy, and in a sudden burst of light, the summoned person appears before you, disoriented and confused.

The traitor looks around, taking in their surroundings before their eyes finally settle on you. Fear flickers in their gaze as they take in Morgana sitting on her throne. "Wh-what is the meaning of this? Why have I been brought here?"

Morgana speaks up, her voice icy. "We have reason to believe that someone within our ranks has been sharing information with my enemies. And you, my dear, are one of the suspects."

The traitor's eyes widen in shock. "I-I haven't done anything wrong," they stammer. "I swear it!"

Morgana leans forward,

Amy

Kills him

Morgana

Morgana's lips curl into a wicked grin as you take out your weapon and end the traitor's life on her floor. The smell of blood fills the room as she watches you with amusement.

"Well done," she purrs. "It seems you are still a loyal servant to me."

She leans back on her throne, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "Though I must admit, I had hoped to learn more from our little traitor friend. Oh well, I suppose their death shall have to suffice."

Morgana's gaze lingers on the body for a moment longer before turning back to you. "Now then, what else can we do to further strengthen our hold on Valenus?"

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