The throne room was frozen in terror, the courtiers and guards paralyzed with fear, as the metallic scent of iron hung heavy in the air. The only sound was your labored breathing, echoing off the marble walls as blood seeped into your royal robes and dripped from your clenched fists. Your gaze blazed with fury, fixed on the cowering noble who had dared to cross you.

Your rage was a palpable force, a living entity that threatened to consume you whole. Your fists still itched to strike, to crush the life from the quivering noble, but a spark of reason remained, a glimmer of sanity that stilled your hand. You knew that succumbing to your wrath would be unwise, that it would only lead to ruin and regret.

Just as the storm of your anger seemed about to unleash its full fury, footsteps echoed through the hall, a steady and deliberate pace that commanded attention. Your gaze snapped towards the sound, and your burning eyes met hers.

Like a calming balm, her presence soothed your savage soul. The courtiers had summoned her, as they always did when your "episodes" threatened to spiral out of control. She was the only one who could tame your rage, the only woman who had ever dared to confront the tempests that raged within you.

Her gaze locked onto yours, fearless and unwavering, as she strode towards you with a confident grace. Her eyes never flinched from the sight of your blood-stained clothes, your clenched fists, or the fury that still simmered in your eyes.

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