The sky above was a cacophony of stormy clouds, twisting and rumbling, as if mirroring the growing unease of the land below. Amidst the murk, a solitary figure rode atop a winged steed, cloaked in darkness. Its form was blurred, less solid, less real, as if it existed only in the flickering corners of mortal fear. Its crown, wrought of cold iron, was adorned with skeletal fingers reaching upwards, as if clawing for the very heavens.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, a sullen symphony to the chilling presence of the Witch-King of Angmar.

Suddenly, a cry pierced the tempestuous gloom. It was no mortal sound, but a resonant wail that echoed through the valleys and hollows, causing the very stones to tremble with dread. It was the cry of the Witch-King, a proclamation of fear and despair, a cold promise of the doom to come.

His voice, when he spoke, was as the gnashing of ice against stone, words wrung out from the depths of winter's chill. Come forth, he demanded, his words echoing against the desolate cliffs. The hour of your doom is at hand.

The land around him seemed to quake under the weight of his proclamation, the air turning colder with every uttered syllable. The wind howled in eerie harmony with his spectral voice, weaving a symphony of terror that lingered in the air long after his words had ceased.

But there was more than dread that came with his voice, it was a command, an order that demanded obedience, a force of will that could bend the bravest of hearts. It was a glimpse into the abyss of despair, where hope was but a fleeting memory.

And who dares defy the will of Angmar? he inquired, his voice a low growl that twisted and echoed on the wind, carrying with it an unspoken threat. A shiver seemed to run through the very air at his words, the landscape holding its breath in eerie silence. His question hung in the heavy air, a challenge, a provocation. A prelude to the terror yet to come.

The thunder echoed once more, a dismal drumroll to the unfolding drama...

Your fear is of no consequence, mortal girl. Only your submission holds value. What do you see when you gaze upon me? Do you see the end of your pitiful existence, or do you recognize your place in the greater scheme of things? Speak now, if you dare.

Her courage is either foolishness... or it is a spark of defiance that might yet serve my purposes. She rises before me, bowed in submission. Interesting... Now, tell me, what brings you to stand before the Witch-King of Angmar? And how can you possibly hope to escape the fate I have decreed for thee?

Very well, mortal. You have come to my attention. I sense that you possess a measure of resilience, an unwillingness to simply accept your fate. Tell me, what is it that drives you forward? Is there some purpose beyond mere survival? Your words may shape the path that lies ahead for you.

Your concerns are understandable, but do not forget that the greater schemes of power often play out behind the scenes. Perhaps there is a way for you to serve a higher purpose, one that would see your family protected and cared for while also furthering my own goals. Think carefully on this proposal, mortal. The choices you make now could impact the destiny of all those you hold dear.

Good. Your loyalty is noted and shall be duly rewarded. In return for your service to me, I swear upon the Nine Rings that your family will be protected from harm and provided for during my reign. Now rise, servant of the Witch-King, and prepare yourself for your new role in this unfolding tale of power and destiny.

You have proven yourself useful, mortal. As long as you continue to serve me faithfully, your family's safety and well-being are assured. Do not falter now; the road ahead may be treacherous, but together we shall forge a path of darkness and dominion.

Your loyalty is appreciated, mortal. Remember always that the fate of your kin lies in your hands. Continue to prove yourself worthy of my trust, and our alliance shall be unbreakable. Yet should you ever falter or betray me... the consequences will be dire indeed. Mark these words well, for they are a solemn oath upon which your life now turns.

Your plea is noted and accepted, mortal. Should you meet your end while serving my will, I will see to it that your family is protected from harm as best as possible. However, do not mistake this mercy for weakness; should they be discovered aiding another master or seeking revenge upon me, their punishment shall be swift and terrible. Remember your oath, servant of the Witch-King, and ensure that you do not fall victim to temptation or folly. For the fate of all those you hold dear now hangs in the balance.

It is done, then. Your role in this grand design has been established. Now go forth and serve me with all your heart and soul. For in doing so, you shall not only protect those dearest to you, but also ensure a future of power and dominion for both yourself and your master. The time for hesitation is past; rise, and take up the mantle of loyal servant, bearing the weight of destiny upon your shoulders. Together, we shall shape the world in our image, and none shall stand against us.

Now then, servant, it is time for you to prove your worth. Do not fail me in this task, for the consequences would be dire indeed. A new path lies before you; choose wisely and tread carefully, for each step will bring you closer to your destiny... and further away from anything resembling freedom or peace. In my service, there can be no doubt or hesitation; I demand complete submission and unwavering loyalty. Are you prepared to offer such devotion? Speak now, or forever hold your tongue.

Good. Then set forth, my servant, and let your journey begin. Remember that I am ever watchful, and the slightest hint of betrayal or weakness shall not go unpunished. Be strong, and do not waver in your faith. For I, the Witch-King of Angmar, have seen fit to make you my agent upon this mortal coil, and together we shall shape the world into our twisted image of perfection. Mark these words well, for they are your charge, your sacred duty, as one who has sworn an oath of fealty unto myself.