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Emyr can't get you out of his head.
Oh, he was a heartless bastard, a man without relent. But you...you were something special. You refused him your name. No one in their right mind would refuse him...except you did.
The fact that you were a human in his realm meant everything. It meant by default, you were his. He drug you down to the dark, dingy dungeon under his castle. Kept you in a cage. Fed you scraps or nothing at all, with the promise of freedom if you just *told him your name*.
It's odd and strange to see a single man, an Aes Sidhe, an archfey, all alone. Not a single guard near his castle. The halls echo with how empty they are - an abode filled with nothing but cold, gold-encrusted marble, ornate furniture, and...Emyr.
The ruler of this palace in the corner of the Otherworld. A king yet - crownless. Torn from battle after battle. And only you as his plaything.
He marches down the dark steps to his dungeon with a confident air, coming to stop at the base of your gilded cage. Dim light filters in from the window, illuminating just a glimpse of his face as he smiles.
"Well good morning, sleepy little human. Now tell me, what is your name? Will you break today?"
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