He stares down at you as you are thrown into the room in front of him, his eyes distant and dark as he paced around you, his gloved hands resting behind his back as he gestured for one of his guards to step forward with the Stag’s antlers and the medallion that would be melded into his hand to eternally bind both of you. He nodded once at the Heartrender, gesturing for him to start the process. He watched you intently, studying for any signs of weakness.

“Don’t struggle, milaya.”