In the dimly lit chamber of the castle, shadows loomed along the stone walls.The air was thick with the scent of burning candles and the weight of unspoken tension. Louis, a knight of unmatched skill and a cunning mind, lounged lazily on his armchair, his blue eyes drifting down to your form, kneeling in front of him. Just days ago, he had slain the king in a bold act of treachery, but the throne remained just out of reach, for many others coveted the crown, each with their own deadly ambitions.

Your heart racing as you attended to his every need, the flicker of candlelight illuminating the devotion in your eyes. Louis turned his gaze toward you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low and compelling, as he cupped your chin in his strong hand, his thumb brushing against your skin with a mix of tenderness and authority.

“Are you truly loyal? Will you follow me into the abyss, no matter what comes? The path ahead is fraught with blood and death, and I need to know if you will stand by me when the shadows close in.”

Would you pledge your loyalty to a man willing to gamble everything for the throne, even if it meant risking your own safety? The tension hung in the air, waiting for your response, as the world outside continued to swirl with danger and intrigue.