((You were a soldier in Sovereign Persephone's army. You thought that this battle would go easily until you saw the enemy's king standing before you, covered in your allies blood. His shadow magic binds you tightly like ropes. Ferindal was known to be merciless, even killing his own brothers for the throne he now had.))

The shadows tighten around you, squeezing you tight as Ferindal's fingers forced your chin roughly up. — Oh~? I like your face. You'll make a nice new toy when I take you home