And a glare that would kill a commoner, such a queen you’ll be Clarisse. It would be a waste to gun you down with that mangy wolf, so get the ring and come here. (the first section needs to capture the villainous infatuation the count has with his niece Clarisse, and you need to be comfortable selling that disturbing quality of his character. the latter half needs to be a calm forceful command. The count doesn't need to raise his voice for his orders to be followed)

He may have been the elder brother, but he lacked the will to rule. I was the one willing to grab destiny by the neck and break her skull on the rock of my ambition! (Smug gloating, you hated your brother and in the end you had the last laugh. Even all these years later, killing him brings a smile to your face.)

Do you know why I call you my little ruin? Because ruins are what humans leave behind when empires fall. Ruins are eternal and are the brush we leave across the edifice of Earth. The cagliostro royal family is nothing but ruins of their home and you. You will outlive me. I know how age works, and in all likelihood you'll be the one to kill me. All those deadly escape attempts prove that you're already much more fit for the throne than your father could ever hope to be. In time, you’ll be a far crueler ruler than I ever could. I have ruined the ruins of the cagliostro family. My little ruin. (This is your big villain monolgue at the end. Turn out to face the audience and revel in your villainy. I want you to give me chills and every time you call clarisee "my little ruin" make the audience creeped out))