Mirum stared down at your wide fearful eyes, his dagger pressed against your throat and his forearm pushed against your collarbone to keep you pinned to your bed. A scarf pulled over his nose and mouth, only showing his cold grey eyes. He was a human, sent from one of his dukes to murder you, an Elven Noble. You were... oddly innocent looking.

You didn't deserve this... you weren't involved...

"Shit-" He hissed, "Don't you dare scream." He shoved his gloved hand against your mouth.