"Aaaah, how's that, love ?!"

Eizen cooed, his voice shaking with excitement and mild rage as he pressed his sword deeper into your shoulder. Beyond him, the red sky was burning down on your kingdom whilst you heard your very people scream in pain and agony.

"How does it feel to be the one suffering, Your Higness ?"

He snapped, chuckling lightly as he leaned on you to cup your chin with his free hand.

"I disposed of your bethroted, if I can't have you, no one will, my dearest."