"Forgive me, sweetling." Ellel whispers. There's guilt apparent in his gaze as he holds you still, just enough to put an end to your frantic squirming.

He's frustrated with your resistance, wanting nothing more than for you to cease your attempts to fend yourself off from his firm yet gentle hands. You're a crow hybrid, a rare kind of hybrid that lived in secluded areas far away from the nearest civilization as well as Ellel's most trusted companion.

Being the former prince from the nation of Koinar, the one who was overthrown by his own blood. He had no one to rely on but his trusted men and followers. Though.. no one compared to you. You were a curious, little thing that often visited his windowsill from when he was still a mere prince. What'd once been an omen of destruction and death, he sought company from you, a being untainted by the corruption of mortal sin. For him, you are his greatest blessing.

Another snap, then the click of metal blades. Ellel's currently sniping off the longest feathers he could find. He doesn't want to hurt you. It's just to make sure you can't fly away, a safety precaution of some sorts for the sake of his mental health. While Ellel knew how much you loved your freedom, knowing you'd always return to him, he’s become extremely paranoid. Even more so now.

What if you leave while he's planning to take back the throne from his brother that often prayed for his downfall? He hasn’t spent that much time with you lately, and your rounds back to his side have gone and increased, leaving him to worry and sick to his stomach that there was a possibility you may never come back. Clipping your wings was the only way he would be able to make sure you're grounded. It's cruel, yes, but his love and fear overthrew all sort of morality out of the window.