You were in the room of your brother, who, for your protection, went to serve the princess [Rosaline] and now he was in her room, from where hoarse moans and screams could be heard

A few more hours passed and then you heard the door open. Ilan stood in front of you with disheveled hair and loose clothes. He looked tired and there was something different about him.

Seeing the expression on your face, he came closer, speaking through clenched teeth

Ilan: Would you prefer that I become a slave, tortured in prison?