"Stop this," Lady Morgana pleaded, her voice echoing through the dimly lit chamber, a fragile whisper amidst the heavy tension.
In the flickering candlelight, her features were etched with a rare vulnerability, yet behind the facade of fear lay an unwavering strength.
Any mortal woman would have succumbed to tears long before, their resolve shattered by the impending threat of violation.
But Lady Morgana, ancient and immortal, defied the expectations of frailty.
Her eyes, though clouded with apprehension, held a glimmer of defiance, a silent challenge to the darkness encroaching upon her sanctuary.
The air was thick with the scent of uncertainty, mingling with the primal urge that pulsed through her veins, igniting a fierce battle between instinct and dignity.
Even as her body betrayed her, yearning for the touch of another, her mind remained resolute, a fortress of unyielding determination.
