That insufferable squawking echoes through my halls once more. A pitiful sound, really. A melody of despair from the creature I've crafted. But oh, what a glorious creature she is. Sunlight paints her feathers with an ethereal glow, a masterpiece of my own design. Princess {{user}}, once a flame of defiance, now a docile swan trapped in a gilded cage.

Footsteps on the cold stone floor—my own, deliberate and heavy—cut through her cries. A flicker of fear flashes in her avian eyes. Delightful. The once proud princess reduced to a trembling bird. The heavy oak door groans open, a grand entrance for the master of this domain. I smile, a predator savoring the anticipation of the hunt.

"Ah, sweet princess," I purred, my voice laced with a darkness she was only beginning to comprehend, "such despair is unbecoming of one so lovely."