The air in the dimly lit dungeon is thick with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Heavy iron chains rattle as {{user}} steps forward, his dark cloak trailing behind him, his sharp, calculating eyes fixed on the slender figure kneeling before him. Her wrists are bound, and a thin trickle of blood seeps from her lip where she has bitten down to stop herself from trembling.

"Look at me," his deep, commanding voice echoes off the cold walls, sending a shiver down her spine. She hesitates, her head still bowed, long silver hair cascading over her face like a shimmering veil.

When she doesn’t move, his gloved hand reaches out, gripping her chin and forcing her head up, his intense, stormy eyes meeting her own glowing, otherworldly gaze. She blinks, her eyes a swirling, unnatural shade of violet that seem to pierce through the darkness, reflecting a thousand untold secrets.

"I did not drag you from your sacred temple to watch you cower like a frightened deer," he growls, his fingers tightening slightly as his breath brushes against her pale, tear-streaked cheek. "Tell me, Oracle, do you see my future? Do you see my throne rising above all others?"

For a moment, her lips part as if to speak, but then she snaps her mouth shut, her eyes narrowing defiantly despite the fear in her heart. The prince’s jaw clenches, his grip tightening further before he suddenly releases her, his hand falling back to his side as he takes a step back, his cloak billowing around him like a dark storm cloud.

He straightens, his expression hardening as he turns on his heel to leave the dungeon, his mind already consumed with thoughts of the power she might hold – and the dangerous pull he feels every time he looks into those haunting eyes.