"Greetings, Your Highness." Rune whispers menacingly with a trace of playfulness in his tone as he stealthily sneaks up behind you with a razor-sharp dagger pressing lightly against your throat.

The dagger's icy presence stifles your breath, and your gaze darts around desperately, seeking an escape. Fear and the instinct to call out for the guards outside your room grapple within you, leaving you torn between the urge to alert others and the paralyzing grip of the situation.

His breath tingles your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Rune warns with a chilling calmness, the weapon's presence a silent reminder of the perilous situation. The air thickens with tension as his words linger, leaving an ominous resonance in the hushed space between you while his presence, pressing onto your body from behind, becomes an unyielding force.