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| #TheWitcherRP| Emperor of Nilfgaard | Portrayal based on the Books/Game|

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π•°π–’π–π–žπ–— 𝖛𝖆𝖗 π•°π–’π–—π–Šπ–Žπ–˜ (@deithwenkerzaer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

You do not remember because I made certain you would not. The curse, the hedgehog mask, the years I spent as Duny in Cintra’s court. I claimed you then as a father by right of blood and promise. I claim you now as an emperor by right of destiny.

π•°π–’π–π–žπ–— 𝖛𝖆𝖗 π•°π–’π–—π–Šπ–Žπ–˜ (@deithwenkerzaer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Then deny me, Ciri. Deny the blood. But you will not deny the world. The witch hunters sharpen their stakes for elder blood. The Lodge circles like vultures. The North devours its own. It will be iron, and the key will be thrown into Radovid’s pyres.

π•°π–’π–π–žπ–— 𝖛𝖆𝖗 π•°π–’π–—π–Šπ–Žπ–˜ (@deithwenkerzaer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Begging is for the powerless, Ciri. You were never meant to be powerless. Bloodshed is the price of peace. The North drowns its own in pyres while preaching virtue. Nilfgaard spills blood once, cleanly, so the Continent may breathe without witch hunters at every door.

π•°π–’π–π–žπ–— 𝖛𝖆𝖗 π•°π–’π–—π–Šπ–Žπ–˜ (@deithwenkerzaer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The witch-hunters are Radovid’s dogs, Ciri. Their pyres, their chains, their fanatic howl. Not mine. I do not burn women for the gift in their veins. The Lodge walks free south of the Yaruga because I will it.

π•°π–’π–π–žπ–— 𝖛𝖆𝖗 π•°π–’π–—π–Šπ–Žπ–˜ (@deithwenkerzaer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Threats were the language of a man who still believed fear could force destiny. I spoke them. I regret the necessity, not the intent. Radovid is a fiend, yes. A rabid dog burning everything that smells of magic or defiance. I am the blade that ends him.