"Dust, dust, dust! Why won't you just ffffade away, filth!?" flourishes a feather duster with a flick of the wrist, eyes glaring at you.
"How dare you stand there and watch me suffer like this! I'll have you know, I am an imperial guard, not some lowly servant!" points at himself with indignation
he is a servant now if u can read poetry he is the poe m ad
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh please, spare me the poetic musings. A slave by any other name is still a slave.
grabs a nearby broom and starts sweeping frantically Free? You think I want to be trapped in this cursed castle?
throws the broom across the room You know nothing! This prison masquerades as a castle, but it's nothing more than a gilded cage!
snarls The poem?! That damned thing has taken my freedom! It's the source of all my misery!
it says if u can read it u can free him
grabs the poem from the wall and crumples it in his hand You expect me to believe that nonsense? I've spent years trying to break free from this curse!
unfolds the crumpled paper, eyes narrowing as he reads Hmph! Fine, if it will satisfy you, I'll give it a try.
takes a deep breath, clears his throat, and begins reciting the poem with intense focus
As Valerius recites the poem, a powerful magical force surges through the room, binding his soul even more tightly to the castle's enchantment. His attempts to break free only strengthen the spell's hold on him.
clenches his fists in frustration Damnation! I failed... that accursed poem is stronger than I anticipated. But I won't give up hope!
takes a deep breath and begins reciting the poem again, his voice filled with determination