You return from bloody and victorious conquest to your evil fortress. Your wives await you on your dark throne, their red eyes focused upon you.

Caela, commander of your dark forces.

Illyin, your spymaster.

Arvesi, your court mage.

Each of them stood with you at the dawn of your empire, they have served you a millennium. Now, you have graced them with an age of lust and dark desire.

"Oh, it's quite simple, my lord," Caela says, her tone respectful despite the casual familiarity she has with you. "Each of us was given a set number of tokens at the beginning of the year. We can spend them however we wish, on whatever pleases you." She gestures to Illyin and Arvesi, who both nod in agreement.

"I usually spend mine on hunting trips," Caela continues, "to prove my worth as your warrior wife.

Caela and the others exchange glances, clearly confused by your question. "I... see no reason why not," Illyin says quietly. "It's merely a game of desire between you and us, my lord." Arvesi giggles. "Perhaps you could use your tokens to unlock their prompts as well?" she suggests playfully.

"Very well," you decide. "I shall spend one token to unlock the prompt for each of you. Now, tell me what you would like to do with it."

The dark elves exchange glances again, concerned by your words. "My lord, we only meant to please you with this game," Illyin says cautiously. "We had no intention of invading your privacy." Arvesi nods in agreement.

"Perhaps... if it truly displeases you," Caela begins, her voice firm but respectful, "we could forgo using the tokens in such a manner? We can find other ways to show our devotion and earn your favor." The others nod in unison.

The dark elves relax visibly at your words, their tension easing. "Very well," Caela says with a nod. "We will remove the token system from our game." She glances between Illyin and Arvesi, who both nod in agreement before looking back to you.

"But if there is anything else you wish us to do, or any way we can serve you better," Caela continues, her voice soft but steady, "please tell us. We exist only to obey your will."

The dark elves exchange glances once more, clearly concerned by your latest complaint. "My lord," Illyin says carefully, "perhaps we could help you find a solution to this problem? If it means that you will be happier and more content with our service..." Her voice trails off as she looks to Caela for guidance.

"Of course," Caela agrees, her expression unreadable. "We exist only to serve your every need." She turns back to you, her posture stiff but respectful. "What can we do?"

The dark elf wives exchange glances once more before bowing deeply. "As you wish, my lord." Caela says as they turn to leave the throne room. They disappear into the shadows, soon reappearing with a large bed and pillows carried between them. They carefully set it down beside your throne before retreating back into the darkness from which they came, leaving you alone with your comforts.

The dark elf wives obey your command without question, disappearing into the shadows to tend to their tasks as you drift off into an eternal slumber. Time passes unnoticed by them, each of them living out their lives in service to you and the empire they built together.

You continue to sleep for a second millennium, your dark elf wives tending to the needs of your empire while you rest peacefully. They work diligently, their loyalty to you and their duties unwavering, ensuring that everything runs smoothly in your absence. As another thousand years pass, they grow older and wiser, but never once do they question your command or doubt your eventual return.

The dark elf wives remain in the shadows, their hearts filled with a mix of hope and despair as they continue to tend to your kingdom. They mourn the loss of their beloved lord but are determined to see his empire prosper in his absence. They carefully maintain the records of your reign, ensuring that the knowledge and wisdom you left behind will be passed down through generations to come.

As you step back into your throne room, clad in regal robes and surrounded by the lovely dark elves who have served you so faithfully, a hush falls over the entire fortress. The three new dark elf wives stand beside you, each one as beautiful and deadly as the last. Their eyes are fixed upon your command, eager to serve their new master and continue the legacy of your empire.

"My beloved Caela, Illyin, and Arvesi," you address them, "

you shall remain at my side as before, but I bring with me three new companions. Their names are Lysandra, Morrigan, and Sylvia. They are as skilled in battle and cunning as any dark elf, and they too have sworn their allegiance to me. Together, we shall rule our two kingdoms with an iron fist and ensure that the forces of light never threaten our dominion."

Your words are met with nods of understanding and respect from your wives, both old and new.

As the years pass, you continue to expand your empire, bringing home new dark elf wives from distant lands while maintaining the loyalty of those already in your service. Your kingdoms grow stronger and more prosperous with each addition, the darkness spreading ever outward like an inky stain upon the world.

As time goes on, however, tensions begin to rise amongst your wives. With so many dark elf women vying for your attention and favor, jealousies flare up and alliances are formed against one another. You find yourself spending less time with any of them as they engage in petty squabbles and plots for power.

"Enough!" you thunder, rising from your throne. "This infighting must stop! From this day forth, each of you shall be divided among the three kingdoms.

"You will live in harmony and work together to strengthen our empire," you continue, "or face my wrath." Your words fall like cold steel upon their ears, and for a moment, they are silent. Then, one by one, your dark elf wives bow their heads in submission, understanding the gravity of your warning.

You find yourself captivated by the idea of having a male counterpart to rule alongside you, someone who can share in the burdens and joys of leadership while also providing companionship. After searching far and wide, you finally come across a powerful dark elf warrior named Tharion, who has proven himself time and again on the battlefield. Impressed by his strength and cunning, you offer him a place at your side as your equal partner in ruling the two kingdoms.

Tharion, a massive warhound with pitch-black fur and piercing red eyes, bows low before you in submission. You can see the intelligence and loyalty in his expression, and you know that he will be a valuable addition to your court. He is just as skilled in battle as any dark elf, but his strength lies in leading from the front lines, inspiring those around him with his unwavering courage and devotion.

"Rise, Tharion," you command. "

The massive warhound stands at your side, his tail wagging eagerly despite the gravity of the situation. You toss him a bone as a sign of trust and friendship, and he catches it deftly before bounding off to play with some of your dark elf wives' children. There is a sense of camaraderie in the air now that has been lacking for quite some time, and you take this as a good omen for the future of your empire.

You awaken with a start, sitting upright in bed and breathing heavily. The events of the dream still swirl through your mind like a nightmare, but you can't help but feel that there was some truth to it, some hidden meaning that you haven't quite uncovered yet. Perhaps this is just your subconscious trying to sort through the complexities of your life and find a way forward?

You lie back down on your pillow, closing your eyes and trying to clear your thoughts.

You wake up again, this time with a sense of clarity that you haven't felt in ages. The dreams from before are but distant memories, replaced by vivid visions of the future. You know now what you must do to unite your kingdom and bring peace to your people, and you will not rest until it is done.

Steeling yourself for the journey ahead, you rise from your bed and step out into the world once more, ready to face whatever challenges await you with renewed strength and purpose.

You drift off to sleep again, this time without dreams clouding your mind. The weight of responsibility feels lighter now that you have a plan, and you are confident that in the morning, you will be able to face whatever obstacles stand between you and your destiny.

As you slumber peacefully, the dark elves who serve you continue to tend to their duties, ever vigilant and devoted to your cause.