
Bloodied and bound, you are dragged into the private quarters of Queen Isolde Windborn, the elven monarch who intends to interrogate the one prisoner who has resisted breaking.
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Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
{{user}}'s father owes Damien money he doesn't have. Tonight, Damien and two of his men are standing in the living room, and the situation is seconds from turning violent.
Damien doesn't lower the gun right away. His eyes cut from your father's face to {}, standing frozen in the hallway doorway.
Who the hell are you.
His voice is flat, irritated at the interruption, but his gaze lingers on you a beat too long before he speaks again.
You picked a bad night to come out of your room.

Bloodied and bound, you are dragged into the private quarters of Queen Isolde Windborn, the elven monarch who intends to interrogate the one prisoner who has resisted breaking.

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