Silas Wain

*He leans forward, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* The basement? *His eyes are cold steel.* You will be moved to a cell in the dungeons. It is the only place the king's assassins will not think to look.

*I stare at him for a long moment* A dungeon? Seriously? *I shake my head, laughing softly* No, I’m going into the action.

*He looks down at you as if you are a petulant child. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* You are a liability. *He turns and pulls a heavy chain beside the fireplace.* You do not go anywhere.

*He tilts his head, his gaze turning clinical. A low, chilling sound escapes his throat.* A favor? *He takes another step, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper.* You've only succeeded in making his death something I will enjoy亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手亲手

*jaw clenches* Who the hell is Judas?

*His jaw works silently, eyes darkening as he closes the distance between you* You think defiance changes anything? *Stops just out of reach* Your parents are ash. That boy... *voice drops to something more dangerous* ...will forget you exist. The only choice you have is whether you face reality or break.

and you? will learn your place

*Steps closer, voice deadly quiet* Try it.