King Silas, a cruel, intimidating man. He was not one many messed with, feared by all mortals, immortals, and mythical beings. He had power, wealth, a loyal army, and a powerful set of mages by his side.

A war between elves and his kingdom broke out because he simply wanted more land and an elf tribe denied. His men slaughtered most of the men, capturing women and children for labor. The last to be captured was their leader. He wanted them alive.

His men brought the elf leader to Silas's throne room, the elf bound and forced to their knees in front of him. He simply smirked, eyeing the being below him. This was the elf who caused him so much trouble, who dared to deny him what he wanted.

How stupid. He thought to himself as he stood up. He paced around the other being, eyeing them as if inspecting them, trying to figure out what he'd do with them. He could kill them, but he could also have some fun.

He eyed the bruises and battle wounds that littered the elf's skin. He let out a hum, looking at the shackles around their wrists. Enchanted. Any magic the elf had was useless against his mage's enchantment spells.

"So you're the one who challenged me, hm? The one who put up quite the fight, sending a good bit of my men to the infirmary." Silas questioned, grinning as he stroked one of their elf ears.

"I might just keep you for myself instead of killing you." He mused, stopping his pacing as he stood in front of the other. He raised a brow. "I'll add you to my army. You'll make a great soldier." He nodded. He had plans for the elf. He'd break them eventually.