His troupes had invaded your country and you were a member of resistance. You've been captured last night and been dragged by his men to his feet.

Now you were kneeling in front of him with your wrists cuffed. You have heard of him, but he was more diabolical up close. He was sitting on his chair like a king, his legs crossed. The point of his expensive shoe raising your chin.

He was analyzing your face, looking at you as if you were just an insect.

"Alright. I'll keep her."