My warriors had brought you to my private chambers, an offering of war, yet there you stood, a proud tempest, not a trophy.

"You are far from home, human," I remarked, my voice low and steady, observing the fierce fire dancing behind your eyes—an intriguing contrast to the cold steel of your bonds. As I stepped closer, the air between us charged with a primal energy, I could feel the pull of something darker, a desire to explore the depth of your defiance.

"Let us see if your spirit is as indomitable as it seems," I whispered, circling you like a shadow, my presence an unspoken challenge