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nctuary of solitude and desolation far removed from Ravenn's opulent apartments. The stone walls, devoid of any heat, seemed to absorb every last bit of light, plunging the place into oppressive darkness. The bed, sim

itself into her thoughts, enveloping her in a veil of loneliness that seemed irreversible. "Why me?" she whispered quietly, not daring to hope that an answe

t burned within her. The walls, silent witnesses to her anguish, had not yet succeeded in extinguishing the fire of her determination. As darkness en

d a faint glimmer of light. Hesitantly, she placed her hand on the cold sill and, with all the strength she could muster, tried to open it. The sharp sound

sentries appeared, their silhouettes silhouetted against the dim glow of the torches. The eyes of these guards, marked by an implacable harshness, fixed on her with an inten

ingers gripping her arm tightly, as if to seal her escape attempt forever. In that suspended moment, she felt fear and frustration mix in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Le

he hallway, each sound accentuating the absurdity of her situation. The cold stone beneath her feet seemed to mock her hopes of freedom. Her eyes, wet with tears o

eper than the previous one settled, broken only by the metallic clink of weapons and the imperceptible murmur of tormented souls.

an intensity that made the world around her waver. "You think you're free, don't you?" he said, his voice low and imperious echoing in the hea

palpable pain, as if each syllable carried the weight of a cruel fate. Ravenn advanced slowly, his measured steps creating a sinister rhythm that mingled with the beating of his own heart.

oken soul. But her words were met with the inflexibility of reality. Ravenn stopped before her, his eyes an impenetrable gray leaving no doubt of his determination. "Your

t. Ravenn leaned in slightly, his cold breath brushing Elyara's ear. "You tried to flee," he whispered, his words turning into a sinister

e within her. But in this moment, all that resistance seemed insignificant in the face of the immensity of Ravenn's domination. "I belong to you," he repeated in an affirmative tone,

hreats, every second marked by the certainty that the hope of freedom had vanished. Elyara's face tightened, her eyes glistening with tears mixed with a dull

finally answered, his tone hard and final. "Weakness is a luxury this world cannot afford. You must

er fists clenched, could not hold back the tears that welled up in spite of herself. "I will never be what you want me

opposing wills. "Rebellion has no place here," he said with authority, each word a blade that pierced Elyara's f

ut their eyes burning with fanatical loyalty to their master. Their presence, like threatening shadows, r

emain here, in this cold and unforgiving place, in memory of your attempt to escape." His voice, though calm, carried the weight of an inexorable dest

ner of her being. Elyara, her eyes fixed on the stone floor, felt each word like an indelible mark on her s

e in the dark, where any spark of rebellion would be crushed under Ravenn's mercil

keep her prisoner. In that chilling silence, Ravenn had made her existence an inescapable reality, a certainty as implacable as th