Eiravyne stood abruptly, her hands trembling as she stared at Karl with a mix of panic and disbelief.
"What do you mean... what do you mean by I had a choice?" Her voice quivered with emotion.
"I'd never... choose him. I'd never choose to be a Skivarion." Her eyes searched Karl's face desperately, hoping for a different explanation.
Karl looked at Eiravyne with genuine confusion, his brow furrowing in concern.
"My lady... Are you... are you out of your mind by any chance? Excuse my words, but... the burn on your shoulder is a bonding ritual. It can't be done if it's not done willingly."
Eiravyne stood frozen, shocked by Karl's revelation. Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend the implications of what he had just said, the reality sinking in like a heavy stone in her chest.
