Headache

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Eldric's voice held a stern yet fearful tone as he addressed the enigmatic and formidable figure before him, "Tell me, how did you manage to breach these walls?" With his sword held aloft in a defensive stance, Eldric stood ready to protect himself from any potential threat.

"How indeed," remarked the man as he conjured a chair seemingly out of thin air - not just any ordinary chair, mind you, but a magnificent creation that would make even the most wealthy and regal feel envious. He lowered himself onto it with ease, his trench coat billowing and his long ponytail swaying with the motion. "I must say, your guards were hardly a challenge. I almost felt as though you were welcoming me with open arms."

With an unparalleled air of regal authority, he deliberately shifted his weight, allowing his muscular body to settle into a comfortable and poised stance. In a display of aristocratic elegance, he smoothly and fluidly draped his right leg over his left, asserting his superiority over all those who were witness to his majestic presence. His strong hands were firmly clasped before him, exuding a sense of unwavering confidence and control.

"Ha! The rightful queen of this world? Don't make me laugh," Thaddeus scoffed, his voice thick with derision. He curled his lips into a smile, but it was short-lived, for the man before him suddenly locked eyes with him. It wasn't just any look, but one brimming with raw power and a deadly intensity. Thaddeus felt the weight of it like a physical blow, and before he could react, he was forced down onto the unyielding ground, his skull connecting with a sickening thud.

In a mere fraction of a second, thatseries of events unfolded before me. My eyes darted to Thaddeus who was behaving foolishly by mocking not the man standing before us, but his queen. In an instant, I recognized his foolishness. But before I could react, Thaddeus was forcefully slammed to the ground with great impact.

The ground beneath Thaddeus ruptured into a spider-web pattern, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the air. Meanwhile, a crimson stain seeped from his head, leaving a macabre imprint on the floor below.

"I would describe myself as a composed and collected person, but I cannot remain idle when my leader is ridiculed," With a gaze more penetrating than before, he proclaimed while fixing his eyes on the motionless figure of Thaddeus. "There exist certain boundaries that must not be transgressed, and that was unequivocally one of them," he asserted.

My words spilled forth as I made a quick gesture of submission, my hand darting upward in a fluid motion. Directing my attention to the gentleman known as Galen, I implored, "Kindly pardon this imbecile's lack of insight, for he is unable to fathom the events unfolding before him. However, I shall take it upon myself to enlighten him at a later time."

Our eyes met, and I found myself ensnared by the intensity of his purplish gaze. The same gaze he had earlier directed towards Thaddeus now bore into me, analyzing me from head to toe. Suddenly, he spoke, his sharp and piercing eyes drilling a hole in my soul as he delivered his words with a grave tone. "I comprehend your concern. I have received explicit orders to abstain from ending anyone's life."

Once again, he hints at being sent on a mission by an unknown entity, emanating an aura of independence and possessing vast power at his disposal, insinuating that his superior might be equally or even more formidable than himself. Who possesses such commanding might to reign over this behemoth?

Aragorn strides towards the inert figure of Thaddeus, casting a careful eye over his motionless form to assess the extent of any enduring injuries that may imperil, or worse yet, terminate his life. After a meticulous evaluation, he scans the area around him in all directions, then turns his gaze back to me, a rueful expression creasing his face. "Come the morrow, he should be on the mend," he assures me, his tone grim. "However, I'm no healer, he's sure to suffer a savage headache."

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