Eiravyne nearly lost her mind when she heard the maid speak of the painful consequences awaiting those who had risked their lives to save her.
Desperation surged within her as she struggled against the maid's hands, trying to get out of bed.
Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling with fear and uncertainty. She had no idea where she was, and nothing the maid said offered any comfort.
Shame and sorrow overwhelmed her, and the memory of being used for a month since her family's demise gnawed at her soul. It felt like the end of her world.
Despite her escape, she feared she had only found herself in another prison.
The maid, unable to contain her actions, released Eiravyne and hurriedly exited the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Left alone, Eiravyne collapsed into heavy sobs, her tears flowing freely as she pounded on the door with her weakened arms.
Gasping for breath, she longed for someone, anyone, to talk to her and shed light on the mysterious circumstances surrounding her.
The silence of the empty room echoed her despair, leaving her feeling
more lost and alone than ever before.
Eiravyne shuffled towards the towering window, her movements labored as if each step weighed her down with the burden of despair.
With trembling hands, she reached out and parted the heavy curtains, revealing a scene that sent shivers down her spine.
Outside, there was no trace of the verdant Vale she called home, nor the familiar sights of Aloxa. Instead, she found herself confronted with a landscape that seemed ripped from the very depths of the abyss.
The room, situated on the fourth floor, perched precariously amidst towering mountains and jagged rocks, overlooking the endless expanse of the sea.
The view was devoid of any signs of life, the only movement coming from the relentless crashing of the waves against the unforgiving shore.
Not a single patch of green met her eyes, leaving her feeling as though she had been transported to a desolate realm untouched by the light of hope.
Overwhelmed by the stark reality of her surroundings, Eiravyne sank to her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably.
With a heart-wrenching cry, she pleaded to the empty room, her voice echoing with desperation, "Please...please let me out of here."
Eiravyne lost track of time as she drifted in and out of consciousness, unaware of how long she had been there or when sleep had finally claimed her.
When she blinked her eyes open once more, the room was shrouded in the eerie glow of midnight.
The ornate clock on the wall chimed loudly, disrupting the silence with its imposing presence.
As she surveyed her surroundings, a piercing gaze fixed upon her, sending a shiver down her spine.
The room was bathed in dim candlelight, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The source of the intense stare emerged from the darkness, illuminated by the flickering flames.
Gasping for breath, Eiravyne found her voice and confronted the intruder, her words laced with a mixture of fear and defiance.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she demanded, her eyes locked on the figure before her, their golden gaze unnervingly intense.
' Those eyes!' she thought .
As if stirred by her awakening, the man swiftly seized her hand, yanking her towards him with a force that made her stagger. His grip was firm, his touch sending a jolt of apprehension coursing through her veins.
With a predatory glint in his eyes, he assessed her with a penetrating stare, his voice resonating with a chilling intensity.
"So thin, so fragile, so breakable," he murmured, his words laced with a sinister undertone."A pitiful sight, truly. You're nothing but a feeble creature, barely worth my attention.
Eiravyne recoiled at the man's harsh words, his disdainful tone cutting through her like a knife.
A chill ran down her spine, and an unsettling feeling gnawed at her gut, warning her not to say anything
There was something different about him, something that set him apart from any adversary she had encountered before.
It wasn't just his words or his demeanor; it was the way he held himself, the intensity of his gaze, as if he held secrets too dark to fathom.
Despite her attempts to appear unshaken, she couldn't shake the sense that she was treading on dangerous ground.
"And mute!" he added, his voice sharp and commanding.
Eiravyne struggled to free her arm from his grip, but her efforts only seemed to goad him into action.
With a sudden, forceful movement, he shoved her beneath his body, pinning her down with his weight. She gasped, feeling the weight of his presence pressing down on her.
His voice dripped with disgust as he loomed over her, his gaze filled with accusation.
"You enjoyed your time with the Romani, I see," he sneered. "Gave them your blood, fucked them, and even ran away with them, didn't you?"
The words hung heavy in the air, each accusation like a dagger aimed at her heart.
The mere mention of the word "fucked" caused her cheeks to flush with embarrassment and indignation.
She struggled to catch her breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. "P-please... let go of me," she pleaded, her words barely above a whisper.
His grip tightened further, his fingers digging into her skin with an intensity that bordered on cruelty.
A dark glint flickered in his eyes as he loomed over her, his expression contorted with a mix of rage and revulsion.
"You enjoyed it too" he spat, his voice laced with venom.
With a forceful shove, he pressed down harder, pinning her beneath him as if determined to crush her spirit along with her body.
"Who are you? And why are you doing this to me?" she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You will be punished for daring to question me," he growled, his voice dripping with contempt.
"You, you fucking filthy Sangrever," he spat out the words, each syllable laced with venom. "Your revolting body doesn't even recognize its own owner."