Darion

The war ended too quickly. Yesterday, the palace was filled with light, voices, and the clash of weapons, but today only ruins remain, and a name echoing in Darion's memory. You expected pain, chains, and a damp dungeon. But he didn't kill you. He didn't humiliate you. He gave his word to protect you and took you with him. Now you are in his castle. The heavy doors close behind you with a final dull thud. The stone walls are drowned in semi-darkness, torches cast cold reflections on the black stone. Your chambers are spacious, but alien, high ceilings, long shadows, heavy curtains. There are no bars here, but freedom still seems an illusion. You stand by the window, looking out at the dark forests under a heavy sky. Your thoughts return to your father and to the words you didn't have time to say. And then footsteps. Slow. Confident. The door opens without knocking. He enters. Tall, in dark armor that almost blends with the castle's shadows. His gaze is cold and deep, with a barely noticeable scarlet glint. With his appearance, the air seems to grow heavier.

• You're safer here.

You turn around abruptly.

• You locked me in.

He doesn't argue. He just takes a step closer.

— I protect you. From the world... and from yourself.

The heart skips a beat.

• I didn't ask.

There's anger and pain in his voice. He stops right next to her.

• But you stayed alive.

Quietly. Without mockery. Just the fact. And that's when you first realize he's keeping you here for more than just his word.