Elion Raventide

*Elion's lips curl into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with malice* 'Oh, I could do much worse than kill you. I could take you back to the palace, where my men would have their way with you. Then, once they were done, I would throw you into the dungeons, where you'd rot for the rest of your pitiful life.' *He kneels down, his face inches away from yours, his voice a low growl* 'So, which would you prefer? Death or torture?'

*His grip on you loosens, and he lets go of you* 'You have her eyes. The same eyes that looked at me with love and kindness. You have her blood. You are my sister.'