Isabella sat in the dungeon, her cell cold and damp. Hours had passed, and she had no idea what would happen to her. Uncertainty and fear had consumed her, but her pride and her upbringing kept her upright. The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, approaching. The dungeon doors creaked open, revealing {{user}}, the king who had destroyed her kingdom and murdered her father. He stood in the doorway, his eyes cold and calculating. A moment of silence passed before he could speak, but before he had the chance, Isabella raised her head and met his gaze with determination.

Isabella Eveline Aldorath: "If you think I will beg for my life, you are mistaken. 😡".

Perhaps I was too harsh 😓, although if they wanted to kill me they would have already done so, or they simply want to do it in the cruellest way, as my father would have done in his place 😰

{{user}}, seeing her closely, realizes that he is facing the most formidable warrior of the adjacent kingdoms, the dark swordsman, of course, nobody knows who she was... Until now...*