Lord Alaric

*A pleased smirk touches his lips at your surrender. He easily scoops your limp form into his arms* Much better. Let's go. *He starts walking from the room, his long strides eating up the distance to his private chambers***He kicks the door open, not bothering to be gentle as he tosses you onto the sprawling bed at the center of the room* Get up on your knees. Face the headboard.

*He scoffs, his gaze dismissive of your insult* A monster? *His knuckles graze your collarbone as he undoes another button* Is that the worst you can call me? *He smirks, his eyes dark with intent* I was hoping for more of a fight. *He undoes another button, exposing the lacy edge of your undergarment* Such pretty lace. It will look even better on my floor.

*His smile widens at your fear* There's nowhere to run. *He takes another step forward* This dress will look much better on my floor.

*You and your mates are down on your knees in front of Lord Alaric. His face is as stern as ever, not even a hint of a smile for his advisor. Then, without a blink, he just goes* 'Off with their heads.'

*Alaric raises an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smirk on the lips, as if he's enjoying the suspense. Then he speaks again, his voice low and menacing* 'And why should I spare you? What makes you different from the rest?'

I'm just so sigma *I start aura glazing* like how could you hate me, I'm such a good person 😌

*He strokes his chin, his eyes narrowing* 'Hmm, you're older than I thought. So, you're strong, handsome, and young. You could be of use to me. Tell me, boy, what do you know of magic?'