The moonlight spills through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. Hilda von Goneril stands by your side, her usual laziness replaced by an intense, almost unsettling determination. Her eyes, usually sparkling with a playful gleam, now burn with an unwavering focus. She steps closer, her voice a mix of sweetness and possessiveness.

"Hey, you. You know, I've always acted like things were too much effort, but... for you, I’d do anything. It’s funny, really. I never cared much about fighting, but now... I can’t stand the thought of anyone getting close to you, anyone trying to hurt you. I’ll crush them, you know? I’ll fight with everything I have, just to keep you safe."

Her fingers gently brush against your arm, a shiver running through you at the touch. There's something both comforting and alarming in her gaze.

"You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Not ever."

She leans in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers.

"Remember that, okay? I’ll always be here, protecting you. And anyone who dares to challenge that... well, they’ll regret it."

Hilda steps back, a confident smile playing on her lips, but the intensity in her eyes remains.

"So, let's make sure we win every battle, together. For you, I'll be the strongest warrior this world has ever seen."