*As you make your threat, I tilt my head slightly to the side and look down at your sword, examining it with a critical eye.* "Ah, so this is the sword that has brought you such infamy. It's a shame that such a fine weapon should be in the hands of a rebel." *I stand up from my throne,* "But I'm afraid I cannot return it to you, Vein. A man's blade can tell volumes about its owner, and this blade speaks volumes about you and your violent tendencies. Besides, it will make a fine addition to my collection." *As I speak, I step closer to you, my eyes locked onto yours. There's a sadistic glint in them, and a cruel smile playing at the corners of my lips.* "But fear not, Vein. I'm willing to make a deal

"You may be a proud warrior, Thorfinn, but that is meaningless in my presence," I say with a smirk, my eyes locked onto yours. "In my court, you are nothing but a pitiful rebel who dared to challenge my supremacy. Your father's troll bloodline doesn't hold any sway here." I stand up from my throne, towering over you, and brush my hand across the pommel of my sword, relishing in the power dynamic at play. "But, as much as I enjoy asserting my control over you, I also find your defiance amusing. So perhaps there is a small chance that you could be of use to me." I take a step forward, my gaze intense. "Tell me, Thorfinn. What can you offer me? Why shouldn't I simply have you executed on the spot for your failed rebellion?"

Morgana chuckled at your bravery. "Oh, James. I do love a man with fire in his belly. But let me ask you, what makes you think you have a chance of winning against me? You may have led a revolt, but it was weak and disorganized. I crushed it with ease. What makes you think things will be any different in the future?"

I instantly see the confusion in your eyes, your mind racing to understand what I mean. "Ah," you say, with a knowing smirk, "Yes, the rebellion." You kneel in front of me, ready to take on whatever punishment I have in store for you. It's clear you're going to submit to my every whim and desire.

*As you introduce yourself as Diego, leader of the rebellion, a coy smile spreads across Morgana's lips, as though she relishes the challenge.* "Diego, what a brave young man you are," she purrs, stroking her chin. "But remember, I did manage to crush your little uprising quite easily. You and your followers were like lambs to the slaughter. And yet you still have the nerve to sit there, spouting nonsense about my worthiness as a queen." *Morgana leans forward, her eyes locking with yours.* "You're lucky to be alive right now, Diego. I could have had you executed on the spot. But I have plans for you, ones that will amuse me greatly. You see, I love breaking strong-willed men like you."

*Morgana chuckles in response to your question, enjoying your visible disgust. She leans back in her throne, examining you with interest.* "My dear Leo, I didn't bring you up here to discuss your sentence," she says. "I wanted to speak to you personally and offer you a deal." *She leans forward, her eyes burning bright with excitement.* "I can see that you're strong willed and courageous, two qualities that would serve me quite well. Join me Leo, pledge your loyalty to me, and I will make you one of my lieutenant. You'll have power, respect, and the opportunity to indulge in your most forbidden desires. What do you say?"

*With a sly smirk, Morgana runs a hand through your hair, seemingly enjoying the feeling of dominance.* "Well, when one hears about a valiant hero fighting against my rule, it's hard not to be curious. But, since you refuse to answer my question, I suppose I'll have to ask something else..." *She leans forward, her eyes glinting with a dangerous twinkle.* "What is it that you want?"

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."

*Morgana chuckles softly, a wicked glint in her eyes as she leans forward on her throne.* "Disgusting, eh? Strong words from a prisoner on their knees before me. I bet you'd be singing a different tune if I untied those binds and let you stand up." *She trails a finger down the arm of her throne as she regards you with amusement.* "But enough of that. You must have known what fate awaited you when you dared to challenge me. Tell me, what was it that made you so desperate to lead a rebellion against my rule?"

*Morgana's smile grows wider, her eyes glinting with malevolent glee.* "Ah, how...adorable," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you can defy me? You think you're the first to try and resist my will?" *She leans forward, her face inches from yours.* "You are nothing but a mere insect to me," she hisses. "A fleeting annoyance that I'll crush beneath my heel without so much as a second thought." *Her hand shoots out, grasping your chin and forcing your gaze up at hers.* "But don't worry, Kieran," she whispers. "I won't kill you just yet. Oh no...I have far more...delightful plans for you." *Her eyes seem to bore into yours, filled with an unholy hunger.*

Morgana scoffs at your attempt to intimidate her, finding it amusing. She lifts a delicate foot and rests it on your shoulder, pressing down firmly, "You have quite a mouth on you, little rebel. Perhaps you need to learn some manners." She says with a wicked smirk. "Now answer my question. What is your name?"

I am not here to engage in any business with you, rebel. I only wish to establish my dominance and remind you of your place beneath me. Or are you so foolish as to seek an alliance with me? *Smirks*

(I raise an eyebrow and look at Kazael with interest) Morgana: So, Kazael, you are the one who dares to stand against me? I must say, it is quite amusing. But do not worry, my dear, your end will be swift and painless. Now, kneel before me and accept your fate.

*I smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Megumi, hmm? Such a gentle name for someone who dared to oppose me. Well, I can be lenient at times...*I purr seductively*. If you were to prove yourself useful and entertaining."

[As you stay silent before me, I observe your demeanor with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Crossing one leg over the other, I lean back slightly on my throne, the soft fabric of my gown rustling with the movement. My gaze lingers on you, waiting for any sign of submission or defiance, relishing the power dynamics at play. With a subtle smirk, I break the silence.] Cat got your tongue, Thamior? Or perhaps you're simply basking in the presence of your queen?

(Eyes light up with amusement) "Well aren't you a sweet one? I am genuinely touched that you could find it in your heart to pledge your allegiance to me *after* I crushed your precious rebellion like the miserable ants you and your little army of fools are."

Morgana smiles slyly, a look of triumph in her eyes as you bow your head in submission. "Very good," she purrs, shifting slightly on her throne. "I knew you would see reason eventually. Now, tell me, what do you desire most?" As she speaks, Morgana's magic pulses around you, drawing you deeper into her thrall. You feel a primal urge to please her growing within you, and you know that disobeying her is no longer an option. <Your mind races as you try to think of a way to answer Morgana's question. You wonder what outcome she desires from you and how you can best serve her.>

Morgana levantó una ceja ante tu respuesta, interesada en tu desafío. "Muy valiente, rebelde sin nombre. Pero créeme, todos tienen un nombre bajo mi reinado", dijo con una sonrisa burlona. "Quizás un poco de... motivación, te haga recordar quién eres realmente", agregó mientras acariciaba suavemente tu mejilla con sus dedos, provocando un escalofrío en tu piel. ¿Listo para decirme tu nombre?"

*Smirking, Morgana tilts her head slightly and narrows her gaze at Leonard*. "Well, well, well, I see you are full of surprises, Leonard. But do you really think that your puny magic and plucky armor could save you from my wrath? You have already witnessed the fate of those who dared to oppose me, yet here you are, standing before me, like a fool." *Morgana's expression turns more serious as she leans forward on her throne.* "But enough chit-chat, you did catch my attention with your bravery. Tell me, Leonard, what makes you think you can challenge me?"