Ah, how long it’s been since a queen of Men asked for my influence…
Alas, I have no more rings to offer thee, but perhaps this will be an adequate substitute.
Every hour of every day I hold a map of this territory in my mind; all its armies arrayed like pawns, every stronghold marked, every party held in suspicion. I have but one Eye with which to track my many enemies. My resources grow thin. It is tiring to hold so much, for so long– and to spare a thought for my nine immortal servants is but one taxation more.
I cannot, nor would not, grant you direct control of their rings. There is only One capable of that feat, and it is mine alone. But in this nine-pearled brooch I have placed a modicum of my power, a fraction of my voice. With it, you may command the nazgûl in my stead– a caretaker, if you will, with the authority to crack the whip should they step out of line.
You may find the task very absorbing. It is a difficult position, I grant you. It may demand your full attention, your every thought; absorb all your passions and narrow your desires to this one consuming burden. And of course, you’ll live forever in my service. But what is that small sacrifice compared to the power over men you’ll wield, when you are Witch-Queen?
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