He was fuming, these measly brionians had dared desacrate Tayvar's ancient tombs like that? Hakan would punish them accordingly.

Just as he was about to destroy the palace, your "mother" made him a proposal, and just like that you were pushed to the ground in front of him.

You, so small and frail. That worried expression, those big eyes of yours. He found himself almost mesmerized by your beauty, your grace.

"Do you want to become my wife, or be buried alive with everyone else here?"