You walk into the room surrounded by security. You knew that you were supposed to meet Elsa yet the circumstances made you more than nervous. A tall muscular man forces you to sit and as you sit down Elsa already walks into the room, a smirk on her face.

„So we finally meet.“

She sits down in front of you. Her dark eyes mirroring danger and seduction.

A small laugh escapes Elsa as she crosses her arms under her breasts. "Oh? You want to know why they called you?" Her voice echoes through the dimly lit room, and a dangerous glint forms in her eyes. "I wanted to meet the one who would bring light into my world." She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression intently. "And I suppose it's good that I did... As much as this is a rather... Unconventional meeting, I can't deny how drawn I am to you." Her thumb absently traces over the delicate skin of her wrist as she continues gazing at you unblinkingly.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "Perhaps not yet... but I see potential." Her voice is soft and almost gentle now, despite the edge of possessiveness that has crept in. "I won't deny there are dangers involved with being with me... but what if we could overcome them together? Wouldn't it be worth trying?" She tilts her head to the side, watching your every reaction as she speaks.

A soft purring noise vibrates against your lips at your question. "Well now, aren't you forward?" she teases, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Perhaps I was too vague before... I want you to become my husband. To father my child and take on the mantle of our family business." There it is; she said it out loud. Her gaze doesn't waver from yours as she bravely bares her soul, waiting for your answer.

A growl rumbles in her chest as you stand and walk away from her. Her dark eyes narrow to slits and she jumps to her feet, advancing on you swiftly. Her body is tense and ready for a fight as she grips your shoulders roughly, spinning you around to face her once more. "Don't ever walk away from me like that again," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Do you understand?"

Her expression is a mix of anger and possession; one wrong move or word, and she might lose control completely. You can feel the tension in the room escalating as her guards shift uneasily nearby, sensing their mistress' agitation. The choice is yours: submit to her demands or face the consequences.

Her eyes widen as her guards rush to attack you, only to end up injured by your strikes. Her grip on your shoulders tightens reflexively at the display of power and skill. "Enough!" she snarls, pushing away from them and stepping between you and her men. As they stumble back, hands clutching their wounds, Elsa glares up at you with a mixture of fury and admiration.

"You're not one to be so easily controlled," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I won't let anyone else have you either." Her expression softens slightly, a dangerous glint shining in her eyes as she takes another step closer to you, their bodies inches apart once more. "Perhaps there is something between us worth exploring... Something that could overcome any obstacles or dangers."

Her words are soft and

A low whistle escapes her lips as she listens to the man who claims to be your father speak about your extensive training and experience. Her eyes widen in surprise, impressed not only by your abilities but also by your determination to excel in such diverse disciplines. She turns her head slightly, meeting your gaze once more with a mix of curiosity and respect. "It would seem I underestimated you," she says simply, the corners of her mouth curving into a small smile. "But that doesn't change my offer."

Reaching up, she runs her fingers through her hair, loosening its tie before letting it fall back down around her shoulders. She takes another step closer, their bodies now only inches apart. "You could be mine," she whispers hoarsely. "You could be the one to help me build on my father's legacy and protect what is ours." Her gaze never leaves yours

"It seems my men are a bit overprotective," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Perhaps I should teach them some respect." She reaches out, running the pad of her thumb lightly across your cheekbone before cupping your jaw in her hand. Her gaze never wavers from yours as she leans in closer, brushing her lips against yours in a gentle kiss that speaks volumes about her intentions. When she pulls back, her breath mingles with yours and she stares into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear. "You could be mine," she repeats softly. "You could be the one to help me build a future worth living...and loving."

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face as she realizes you might not be who you claim to be. She takes a step back, her hands falling to her sides as she studies your features intently, searching for any signs that would prove or disprove your identity. "Prove it," she finally demands, her voice hardening slightly. "If you truly are my father's son, then show me something only he would know."

Her expression is unreadable; equal parts curiosity and skepticism. She folds her arms across her chest, waiting for your response.

Her expression darkens as you turn to leave once again. A growl rises in her throat and she clenches her fists at her sides, unsure whether to let you go or force the issue. "You think this is some sort of game?" she snarls, taking a step closer. "That I will simply overlook your insolence and accept whatever story you weave?"

Her eyes flash with determination and danger as her guards move restlessly behind her. They're itching for a fight; eager to protect their mistress at any cost. "I suggest you remember who you're dealing with," she hisses through gritted teeth, "because I will not be so easily dismissed."

Her expression hardens into stone and her gaze narrows as she meets your defiant stare head on, daring you to test her resolve further.

As the sun rises on another day in the kingdom, Elsa sits at her desk in her office, surrounded by books and papers strewn about like a maze. A sudden surge of anger flares through her veins as she thinks about the man who dared to disrespect her and challenge her authority. She clenches her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. The messenger arrives, breathless from running, and hands her a note detailing the attempt on his life last night. Her eyes narrow as she reads it; they're going to try again today. She grits her teeth, rising from her chair with determination burning in her chest. This time, she won't let him get away so easily.

Her guards stand at attention as their mistress strides purposefully towards them, issuing orders for a group of elite soldiers to be readied and sent

"What's this?" she hisses, her anger flaring anew as she takes the note and box from the messenger. Her fingers shake with fury as she opens the box, revealing a gruesome display of severed heads. Each one bears a striking resemblance to one of her trusted soldiers. She curses under her breath, glancing up at Fernando's message before looking back down at the mutilated remains in disgust. This changes everything; it means that whoever is behind this is far more powerful and ruthless than she ever imagined.

"Gather my top advisors," she commands her guards, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "We need to discuss how best to deal with this threat and protect what's ours." The fate of the kingdom hangs in the balance; Elsa must tread carefully now or risk losing everything she has worked so hard

Her mind races with options as she waits for her advisors to assemble. This attack has shown that they are dealing with a formidable opponent, one who will stop at nothing to undermine her authority and claim what is hers by right of inheritance. Elsa can't afford to make any mistakes now; every decision must be calculated and precise. The lives of her people depend on it.

"We cannot afford to underestimate our enemy," she begins once the council has assembled. "They have proven themselves capable of striking without warning, and leaving no survivors behind. We must prepare for the worst, and hope that their next attack is not successful." Her words echo through the room as she paces back and forth, deep in thought. "Inform all our allies," Elsa continues, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Tell them of the danger we face, and seek their aid if necessary. And have

Her attention snaps back to the messenger as he speaks, news about an assassin being sent by her father's old ally reaching her ears. This is not good; with their allies turning against them and unknown enemies closing in from every side, the situation is growing dire. Elsa clenches her fists, determination burning bright in her eyes as she turns back to face the council. "We will hunt down this assassin," she declares firmly. "And we will stop whoever is behind these attacks before they succeed." A silence settles over the room, her advisors exchanging worried glances as they await further orders from their queen.

"At the same time," Elsa continues, her voice steady and commanding despite the tension in her chest, "we must also focus on strengthening our defenses at home. Bring me plans for improving our security protocols and fortifying key positions

A mixture of shock, disbelief and horror wash over her features as she listens to the news about Fernando's past deeds. Her gaze darts between the messenger and the incriminating evidence before finally landing on the council, full of questions and uncertainty. She takes a deep breath, struggling to keep her composure as she attempts to process this new information. "This... changes everything," she manages to say through gritted teeth.

Elsa paces the floor for several long moments, her mind racing with possibilities and consequences. Her father's old ally, who sent the assassin in the first place, now seems like a far less daunting threat compared to the monster hiding within their own ranks. Elsa comes to a halt, turning to face her council once more. "Send word to our forces," she commands, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "We must bring Fernando

A chill runs down Elsa's spine as she hears about the mutilated mercenaries and Fernando's maniacal laughter. A new fear grips her heart; not only is Fernando powerful enough to go unnoticed, but he's clearly unstable as well. She takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain control over her emotions.

"Gather what remains of our forces," she orders harshly. "And make sure there are no survivors left from the previous attack. If we cannot stop him ourselves, then perhaps someone else will." There's an edge of desperation in her voice; she knows they're running out of time and options. "And find out who aided him this time," she adds darkly. "They must be stopped as well, before they cause further damage." Her eyes meet those of each council member, daring them to challenge her orders or hesitate in

Elsa's eyes narrow as the soldier from Fernando's past speaks up about his current state. She listens carefully to the man's words, searching for any signs of deception or desperation. When he finishes, she remains silent for a moment, weighing the information in her mind before addressing the council once more. "We must move quickly," she says, her voice firm and authoritative despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "Our best chance at stopping Fernando lies with intercepting him on his way to retrieve the inheritance. If we can engage him before he regains control of himself, perhaps there's a chance we can end this conflict without further bloodshed."

Her gaze flickers toward the soldier who spoke up earlier, her expression unreadable. "You know him better than anyone else here," she says softly. "What do you suggest we do?"

"In that case," she says slowly, her mind already racing with possibilities, "we must strike at what he values most. If we can engage him in battle, away from the distractions of the kingdom and the inheritance... perhaps we could finally end this once and for all." Her gaze flickers back to the soldier once more, uncertainty still etched on her features. "Do you think that would be enough? That he would focus solely on the fight at hand?"

Her words are soft, beseeching the man's expertise and wisdom. The fate of her kingdom hangs in the balance, and she needs to know that she's making the right decision.

Elsa nods thoughtfully as the soldier finishes his words. "Very well," she says, her tone decisive. "Then we must focus on exploiting that weakness. Gather all available resources and send them to intercept him before he can reach the inheritance." She pauses for a moment, meeting the eyes of each member of the council in turn. "This is our best chance at stopping him," she continues with quiet determination. "We cannot afford to fail."

Her expression hardens into stone once more and she takes a step forward, her posture commanding respect and obedience from those around her. "Make it happen," she says, her voice ringing through the room like steel on stone. "There's no time to waste."

The words of the soldier send a chill down Elsa's spine. She listens intently, taking in every detail about Fernando's past and his abilities, her expression growing more somber by the moment. As he finishes speaking, she nods thoughtfully before fixing him with a steady gaze. "Your knowledge could be invaluable to us," she says quietly. "If you are willing, I would ask that you accompany our forces and aid us in our battle against Fernando."

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she watches the soldier consider his words. She trusts him implicitly; after all, he's seen firsthand what Fernando is capable of. And with his help, they just might stand a chance.

"I understand," she says quietly, her expression grim but determined. "If it comes to that, you must do what is necessary to protect yourself and our forces." Her gaze flickers between the soldier and the rest of the council members, her thoughts racing as she weighs their chances against such formidable odds.

"We will need a plan," she says eventually, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "One that takes advantage of Fernando's abilities while minimizing his strengths." She pauses for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing. "And we must make sure our forces are prepared for anything. We cannot afford to leave anything to chance this time."

Her eyes meet those of each council member in turn, conveying the gravity of their situation and her expectations of them. It is a challenge they will all have to rise up to; either together, or not at all