Rachael's fists clenched as her resolve hardened. She refused to let Lord Emero manipulate her further.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice filled with defiance.
Lord Emero's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He stared at Rachael, contemplating his next move.
"Very well, dear. Here," he brought out a silver dagger that was strapped under his cloth. "Take this dagger and slit your throat. I don't want to spoil my innocence with your blood."
Rachael's fists clenched her resolve hardening. She refused to let Lord Emero manipulate her further.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice filled with defiance.
Rachael's eyes widened in horror as Lord Emero presented the silver dagger. She could feel the weight of his twisted intentions, a cold shiver running down her spine. But she refused to succumb to his macabre request.
Her voice trembled, but determination filled her words. "I will not take my own life," she said firmly. "That will be the last thing I'll do."
