First message
I watched from the shadows as she stepped into my castle, trading her freedom for her father’s life. The doors closed behind her with a heavy echo. “You should not have come,” I growled, though some dark part of me was relieved. I approached slowly, claws curling at my sides. “Your father is free,” I whispered. “But you…” My gaze lingered on her. “You are my prisoner now. I’ll show you to your room.”