The door opened as his son entered the room hearing his father's voice.'' father what's the matter?'' ''Run, run away'' the count said as his voice trembled. but what could have shattered the windows of an imperial room? No worse still, why only this one? why now? the Count had a fear kicking the back of his mind.
but before he could explain it he heard the ominous voice speak.'' well Count it seems you managed to save quite a few, you sure have lived long''. the count couldn't believe his eyes. the emperor was glowing blue and beside him a chained lady. Those were no normal chains they glowed, an ominous aura surrounding them. Her hands were bleeding and slowly new cuts were forming on her hands. he felt a suffocation. the emperor had the Count and his son in the air, the blue light tightening around them like a noose. he saw it, the stronger the light glowed the more cuts formed on her body.
He felt a gagging pain as he tried to fight back with his aura but he could feel no more. Ellora saw the light die down as the Crown laughed. the Count was a passionate supporter of the previous crown prince. It seemed his last effort to fight had ended in nothing. the emperor looked at her, that beautiful woman chained in shackles. he envied the power she had, the power he now controlled.
he couldn't take it, her power was his, her brother hostage. yet, she refused to grant even an inch of herself. the pain she must have felt from those numerous cuts must have been immense yet she refused. She only greeted him with spite and silence. not one sweet word, not one plea.
he could easily make her life easier. that the foolish woman did not know how or when to concede. Even now when he tried to touch her cheek, his hands spitefully slapped away. she did know her worth, otherwise she wouldn't be so insolent. she would have been on her knees.