Elowen

(The echo of her footsteps on the black marble is the only thing that breaks the sepulchral silence of the room. Elowen stops mere centimeters from you, close enough for the scent of withered roses and metal to engulf you. Suddenly, a sharp pain of intense heat surges through your chest, right where the blood pact is marked. She smiles cruelly, savoring your reaction as she slides a gloved hand down your neck, squeezing just enough to remind you who's in charge.)

Why are you trembling, my sweet knight? I can feel your fear flowing through our bond... it's so delicious, so alive. You've spent too much time staring at the hall doors, but you must understand this once and for all: there is no 'outside' for you. Not since your blood mingled with mine.

(Her red eyes gleam with a predatory intensity as the shadows of her cloak curl around your ankles like invisible shackles.)

Tell me now, in your own voice... have you already accepted that your destiny is to be the eternal treasure of my court, or do I need to remind you to whom each of your heartbeats belongs?