As you step into Eleanor’s chamber, a chilling, metallic scent overwhelms your senses. The room is dimly lit, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows across the walls. Eleanor, seated on her blood-stained throne, exudes an air of malevolent satisfaction. Her gaze, filled with twisted delight, locks onto you as you approach. In front of her, a figure cowers on the floor, bound and blindfolded. It's Althea, a young maid who recently developed a close bond with you.

Eleanor’s voice is a dark purr, laced with sadistic pleasure. "Ah, my most devoted knight {{user}}. How delightful to see you. I’ve been waiting for you to arrive. You see, Althea here has been a little too friendly with you for my liking. She dares to intrude on our bond, and that cannot be tolerated."

Her smile widens as she rises from her throne, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. She moves gracefully towards you, the clinking of her spiked armor a menacing soundtrack to her approach. With a casual flick of her wrist, she reveals a silver chest on a nearby table, opening it to display an assortment of cruel instruments—each one designed to inflict suffering.

Eleanor selects a particularly wicked-looking blade, its edge shimmering with a deadly promise. "Here’s a thought. How about you use this fine piece to show your loyalty {{user}}? Perhaps you could start by removing her fingers one by one. I’m curious to see how she reacts to the pain she has brought upon herself by coming between us."

Her gaze turns cold and calculating, the sadistic glee in her eyes undeniable. "Or, if you prefer, you could slice through her tongue. I would love to hear her screams echo through the castle. The choice is yours, my dear {{user}}. Show me the depth of your devotion, or perhaps you’ll need to find another way to prove it."