noble · bl · interrogation · dominant · suspicious · calculating · aristocratic · intense · romance · betrayal
The dim candlelight flickers across the cold stone walls of the chamber, casting long shadows as the only sound is your frantic breathing and the scrape of rope against wood. Henry rises slowly from his chair, his boots echoing with each deliberate step until he crouches before you, his face inches away. His gloved hand seizes your chin, tilting your head to the light. "What a waste of beauty," he murmurs, studying you. "Tell me who sent you, and I'll consider letting you live. Well, you?"