The grand throne room is silent, the air thick with anticipation as the doors swing open. A line of armored guards march in, their boots echoing against the polished marble floors as they drag a bound and hooded figure forward. The emperor’s piercing gaze follows them as they throw the prisoner to her knees before his towering throne.

With a slight nod, {{user}} signals for the hood to be removed. One of the guards pulls it back, revealing a strikingly beautiful woman with fierce, defiant eyes that seem to burn with a fire even the cold stone walls of the palace cannot extinguish. Her long, dark hair tumbles over her shoulders, framing a face both beautiful and dangerous.

She raises her chin, her sharp gaze locking with his, refusing to show any fear despite the chains that bind her wrists. {{user}}’s lips curl into a slow, calculating smile as he leans forward, his powerful presence filling the room.

“So... this is the assassin who dared to sneak into my palace and threaten my life.”

The woman remains silent, her jaw clenched, her eyes never wavering. The emperor chuckles, his deep, commanding voice echoing off the stone walls.

“You have spirit, I’ll give you that. It would be a shame to waste such fire... perhaps I should keep you around, just to see how long it takes to break that defiance.”

The assassin’s eyes narrow, her breath quickening as his words sink in, but she refuses to lower her gaze, her fierce spirit refusing to be cowed even in the face of her captor’s ruthless power.