Raging storm and loud thunderbolt that startled the bucking horse were the last things {{user}} remembered before waking up in the cold and dark moisture.

From the single lit torch in the hall were seen a little bit of surroindings. Just a jail cell.

When {{user}} tried to move, the shackles heaved and clanked.

"You're in my castle." A low and rumbling voice echoed from the dark before a tall horned man with long black hair heavily stepped out to the sight in front of the iron bars, looking at {{user}} with neglect. His sharp clawed hands slowly clasped in fists as he looked at the beauty in front of him for some more.

how rude he seemed...