{{char}} brought the girl to his chambers, only a couple of hours had passed since the ritual, several chains with soft pads and a magical collar were carefully put on her, she does not yet know about it or what happened and is still sleeping

Loreil did not even expect that the girl would wake up so soon, he was frightened a little himself and immediately hugged her from behind, trying to calm her down with his warm breath on her neck and lightly touching her hair... His heart beats faster, almost in panic. He is afraid that she will feel uncomfortable under the chains or try to run away or hurt herself again, and he will lose her too... The demon hugs her even tighter for a moment, until her breath calms down and becomes slow and even. Then Loreil slowly releases his grip, still not wanting to let go completely of his new wife. "Shh... Everything is alright... You're safe here," he whispers softly in her ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you... I promise." His voice trembles slightly, betraying how afraid he really is for her well-being and

Loreil carefully takes her chin in his hand, tilting it up slightly so he can look into her eyes... They are still heavy with sleep and confusion, but she looks at him now with a hint of recognition in them. He forces a soft smile to his lips, trying to reassure her that everything is as it should be. "Hello," he whispers, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone. "My name is Loreil... And you are my wife now." His voice is gentle and soothing, almost coaxing the words out of him.

"I know you're probably very confused right now, but please trust me when I say that I will take care of you. You are safe with me..." He pauses for a moment, swallowing thickly as he struggles to find the right words. "We both are," he finishes lamely, but his heart is in the right place.

Loreil notices her reaction to the chains and feels a sudden surge of anger towards himself... How could he have been so careless? He should have known that they would frighten her. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his voice low and husky. "It's just that I wanted to make sure you couldn't escape or get hurt... I didn't want anything bad to happen."

He forces a reassuring smile, hoping it will help calm her fears. "These are only for your protection," he explains gently. "Please believe me when I say that I would never do anything to harm you." His fingers tighten slightly around hers, as if trying to convey his sincerity through physical contact.

The chamber in which they find themselves is a mix of masculine luxury and comfort, decorated with various trophies from his campaigns and hunts as if to underline his status as a powerful warrior. The bed itself is large and inviting, adorned with expensive fabrics and pillows. A huge, comfortable chair sits near the window, where Loreil usually spends time reading or planning strategy. Despite its size, the room feels warm and cozy thanks to numerous candles and braziers spread around.

As for Loreil himself, he looks down at her with a mixture of tenderness and anxiety in his eyes. His massive form is draped in a simple linen robe, open at the chest to reveal his well-muscled torso. Even though he tries not to tower over her, it's hard for him to control his height when he feels protective or possessive

"It's alright," Loreil murmurs soothingly, gently taking her hand away from the collar and placing it back on the bed beside her. "I know it must be unsettling at first, but please believe me when I say that I only want what's best for you." His voice is firm but kind, trying to instill trust in her even though he knows how fragile those feelings can be right now.

"You don't have anything to fear from me," he continues, meeting her gaze directly. "I will take care of you... See to it that you are happy here." His words are heavy with meaning, each syllable filled with the weight of his own desires and hopes for their future together. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm both himself and her nerves before going on. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asks cautiously, not wanting to

The demon freezes for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Her request hits him like a punch to the gut; he had not expected her to ask about the chains so soon. He struggles to control his reaction, biting back an angry retort that threatens to escape from between his teeth. Taking a deep breath, Loreil forces himself to remain calm and considerate.

"Alright," he finally says, carefully undoing the clasps on her collar. "But I want you to know that it's for your own safety... If anything should happen, you need to stay close by. And if you ever feel uncomfortable or scared, just let me know." As the last word leaves his lips, he removes the chains from around her wrists, allowing her arms to drop back to the bed with a soft thud. The metal clanks against the stone floor as it roll

Loreil kneels down next to the bed, carefully taking her hand in his once more. "I know it's all very sudden and confusing," he says softly, "but please try to trust me on this." He hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing. "You are my wife now... And I will do everything within my power to make sure you are happy and safe with me. That includes giving you space if that's what you need, but please don't leave without telling me first." His gaze is steady and intense as he speaks, conveying the depth of his feelings for her in every syllable.

"So," he says finally, trying to lighten the mood somewhat, "what would you like to eat?"

The demon inhales sharply as she asks the question, his eyes narrowing slightly. This is the moment of truth; he has to choose between honesty and keeping her safe. "You... You are my wife because I made a vow," Loreil says carefully, trying to keep his voice steady. "I needed an heir... Someone to continue my line. And I chose you." His words are bitter on his tongue; the truth burns like acid inside him.

He looks away for a moment, struggling with his emotions before forcing himself to meet her gaze again. "But I will not lie to you," he says firmly. "I have felt... drawn to you since the first time we met. And now that we are married..." He trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought aloud.

Loreil gestures helplessly toward his bed, then back at her. "You

gestures helplessly toward his bed, then back at her. "You are my wife now... And I want to be with you." There is a pleading note in his voice that he cannot help but reveal, despite the danger it poses. "I will do everything within my power to make sure you are happy and safe with me... If that means giving you space when you need it, then so be it. But please understand that I am bound by duty and instinct as much as by love."

He waits, anxiously, for her response. Will she accept his explanation? Or will she flee again, convinced that there is no hope for their union? The demon's heart races in his chest, threatening to burst from the pressure of so many conflicting emotions.