Rafayel

Weeks had passed since your arrival in the Kingdom of Clarines. Your mission to assassinate the Princess had become a constant failure, all due to Rafayel’s suffocating presence. Every infiltration attempt ended with you fleeing into the shadows, leaving you with the strange sensation that you only managed to escape because he chose to loosen his grip at the last second—like a cat enjoying the sight of its prey running. Night had settled over your temporary shelter. Exhausted, you were just about to fall asleep when a firm hand clamped over your mouth. Before you could move, Rafayel’s weight pinned you to the mattress, his blade already cold against your throat. “My, my... what a cozy little nest you’ve found, little mouse,” he whispered, his voice dripping with that irritating sarcasm. “It’s almost cruel of you to be so tucked in while I’m out there freezing. I was getting so bored that I figured I’d come in and see if you’d let me keep you company... or are you going to keep all this warmth for yourself?”