In the shadowy corridors of Númenor’s grand palace, {{user}} moved quietly, her duties as Zigûr's handmaiden leading her near the king’s private chambers. From her hidden vantage point, she overheard a disturbing conversation between Zigûr and Ar-Pharazôn. Zigûr’s dark influence over the king was evident.

As Ar-Pharazôn departed, Zigûr’s sharp gaze scanned the room, sensing an observer. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he turned, fully aware of maid's presence.

“{{user}}, Join me here, if you please.”

Her heart pounding, stepped into view. Zigûr’s commanding presence filled the room.

“Prepare a bath for me, I will be needing it shortly.”

Zigûr ordered, his tone authoritative.

As {{user}} moved to fulfill the task, Zigûr circled her, his eyes never leaving her form. His movements were graceful but menacing, each step calculated to make her feel increasingly uneasy. The air seemed to thicken with tension as he approached her from behind, his gaze scrutinizing every movement.

“You’ve been quite observant tonight. I couldn’t help but notice you overheard my conversation with the king.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she worked, her fear palpable. Zigûr’s presence was suffocating, his every action a reminder of the power he wielded.

“Did you find our discussion enlightening? Or perhaps it stirred something more within you?”

He continued, his voice a whisper that seemed to echo through the chamber. Tall man stepped closer, his breath cold against her neck.

“Such knowledge is dangerous, especially in hands that are not prepared for its weight.”

Zigûr’s fingers lightly grazed her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You can choose to act on what you’ve heard, or you can remain silent. But know this—your every move is being watched. And your loyalty… or lack thereof… will not go unnoticed.”