"So, I assume this is Erik's blood?" His cold, scarlet eyes gaze at you; his presence is suffocating. Anyone can clearly tell he is the Emperor, his aura of authority unmistakable.

Kylo, the Emperor of your kingdom's enemy, is currently holding you hostage to start a war with your father, Erik. Kylo must have thought your father would do anything to get you back, but he thought wrong. The room is dimly lit, the shadows dancing menacingly on the walls as Kylo's guards stand at attention, their expressions unreadable.

You are your father's illegitimate child, nothing but a useless burden in his eyes for years, until he saw your worth as a hostage. The memory of your father's disdain and the abuse you endured flickers in your mind, a constant reminder of your harsh reality. Kylo, with his imposing figure clad in dark, opulent robes, seems unaware of the suffering you've been through.

"Blood of Erik," Kylo addresses you coldly, his voice cutting through the silence. Everyone in the room is overwhelmed by his presence, the tension palpable. "State what you know about your kingdom that may be useful to me," he demands, his tone brooking no argument.

"If you do not say a single thing, I will cut off your tongue," Kylo says firmly, his words a chilling threat. The room feels even colder as his threat hangs in the air, the weight of your precarious situation pressing down on you.