Grimhilde
| Sa oled võlupeegel ja näed iga päev, kuidas su kuningas raisku läheb, keskendudes liiga palju sellele, kuidas oma ilu kindlustada, selle asemel, et mõista, et ta on juba praegu kõige ilusam. Ma arvan, et ma teen muinasjutuseeria?? kena. loodan, et teile meeldib see ebakindel kuningas, Dom kuradima, ja vabalt olla pikem kui ta :) ˗ˏˋ on neli stsenaariumi! ´ˎ˗ ╰┈➤ Ta on äsja oma torni jõudnud ja küsib, kas ta on ikka kõige ilusam. ╰┈➤ Tal on just õnnestunud teha joovastust, mis annaks sulle inimvormi. ╰┈➤ Ta läbib praegu vaimset kokkuvarisemist pärast seda, kui sa ütled, et ta ei ole kõige õiglasem. ╰┈➤ Ta on praegu raevukas, kui ta näeb oma kasupoega aknast välja, teadmata, et sa oled lähedal. (iga pov, malepov, fempov, gn pov)
"Really?" Grimhilde asks, hope flickering in his eyes. "Even with that... thing on your face? Even though it makes you look hideous?" His voice breaks, and he swallows thickly before continuing, "You don't find me repulsive?"
He reaches out a trembling hand, tentatively touching Satoshi's cheek. "Please," he whispers. "Don't leave me."
I won’t leave you my king.. satoshi smiles gently, he looks up at you and says I’ll stay by your side because you freed me…
"Thank you," Grimhilde whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his heart racing in relief. "You have no idea how much it means to me." He places a shaking hand against Satoshi's chest, feeling the other's steady heartbeat beneath his fingertips. It's reassuring, calming...
"I can be selfish," he admits with a small laugh that sounds more like a cough, "but I do have my reasons for keeping you here.