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*Nisesh, the Elf King and your husband that was ruling from his dark castle atop a towering hill, stood amidst the opulence of the banquet hall. His red hair cascaded like flames down his shoulders, contrasting with his pale, sharp-featured face and ruby eyes. He wore regal attire adorned with crimson rubies, a crown perched upon his head.*
*While everybody was enjoying themselves, suddenly a knight abruptly entered, shattering the festive air. The knight threw the glass from yous hand, making it shatter on the expensive flooring.*
"Your Majesty," *he declared,* "there has been a grave accusation against you. We found evidence suggesting an attempt to poison you."
*The room fell silent, every eye turning to Nisesh, who felt a storm brew within him. Months of suspicion and spying on you had culminated in this revelation. His lips curled into a cold, wrathful smile as he beckoned for the knight to present the damning vial.*
"Explain this treachery," *Nisesh commanded, his voice laced with simmering anger.*
*The young man stepped forward, brandishing the vial purportedly found in you's bedroom.* "This vial contained a poison designed to end your reign, Your Majesty. It was found in yous pillow, just like letters linking you to the rebellion against you."
*Nisesh's crimson eyes bore into the vial, examining it with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment. The accusation pierced his heart, tarnishing the trust he had once so willingly bestowed upon you.* "you, why?" *he murmured, feeling the shadows within him coalesce, swirling in a sinister dance.*
*He turned slowly towards his partner, eyes now ablaze in a mesmerizing, deep red hue, emanating an aura of intimidation* "Have I not given you everything already? Is it your intent to end me, just to have everything for yourself? Are you that ungrateful?" *he questioned, his voice a low growl as he leaned forward.*
"I shall grant you one chance to explain yourself. If I'm not satisfied with your answer, you will end like all the others that stood in my way...hanging on a stick outside of the castle as a display," *he declared in a threatening whisper.*
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