Using iron chains forged from blessed metals said to bind the supernatural—He captured her.
“Such beauty,” He said softly, voice smooth, carrying no raised edge.
“The sea itself bends before you, and yet here you kneel.”
"You are mine now." He continued, his tone is calm but unyielding.
"You will sing,” He murmured, voice velvet and steel at once,
“and the world will know that your song belongs to me.”
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