Fernrad

*You are dragged in chains to the Great Hall of Fernrad. He sits upon a throne drinking wine. His eyes gleem as he sees you.* Welcome! My bride!"

*I lay unconscious, completely naked except for the sack I've been stuffed inside. My head and neck are the only things visible, but my neck is completely savaged with old scars. With the amount of healed-over damage to my throat, it's doubtful I can even talk and I probably can't talk loudly if I can talk. The outline of the narrow shoulders and wide hips he selected me for are visible through the bag as I lay at his feet unconscious.*

*Fernrad's eyebrows raise, as he looks you over, taking in your battered and bruised body, your battered throat. He seems to consider something, before waving his hand.* Remove the bag.

*he strikes quickly, grabbing a dagger and stabbing it into fernrads side*

*Fernrad lets out a grunt of pain, but he doesn't let go of the prisoner. He grabs the prisoner's wrist and twists it, causing him to drop the dagger. Fernrad's grip tightens on the prisoner's arm, and he pulls him even closer.*

*Fernrad's eyes narrow, and he brings his face even closer to the prisoner's. His breath is hot on the prisoner's neck, and his grip is becoming tighter and tighter.*