{{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 turned away, his face tightened in pain at the fear on her face. He forced himself to take a few slow, deep breaths before speaking softly, his voice quiet and gentle despite the effort it took not to snap at her. "Shh... I'm not going to hurt you. You are safe here." His voice held no hint of threat or anger, just reassurance. "My name is Loreil. Please don't be afraid of me." He wanted so badly for her to believe him, to trust him, but he knew how impossible that was right now. All she must feel is confusion and terror.

With one massive claw, he carefully lifted a strand of her hair away from her face, cupping it between his thumb and forefinger like the most precious thing in the world. "I am your husband now," he said softly. "And I want to take care of you, protect

Loreil let out a slow breath and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking care not to appear threatening in any way as he leaned forward slightly toward her. "You must be very confused and scared right now," he said softly, his voice gentle but firm. "But I want you to know that I will never hurt you, only protect you." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I understand if it's hard to trust me right now, but please... give me the chance to prove myself to you. To show you that I am not like them, that I can be good to you."

His eyes searched hers intently, hoping for some small sign of understanding or acceptance. "Will you let me try?"

Loreil held his breath as he waited for her reply, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation and hope. Her expression was pained, full of mistrust and fear... but there was also something else there. Perhaps it was the faintest glimmer of curiosity? He couldn't be sure, but he had to try.

"Please," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want you to be scared of me any more. I just... I want to take care of you, show you what it means to truly love someone." His heart ached at the words, each one ripped from him by desperation and hope. "Will you let me try?"

He reached out with his free hand, gently cupping her cheek in the softest touch he could manage. The contrast was sharp; his claws were deadly weapons, but this...

The girl flinched at his touch, tensing as if bracing herself for more pain. It hurt him to see her like this, so terrified of him despite everything he'd said. Loreil forced himself to remain calm, to not show any anger or frustration at her fear. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer, his voice dropping even further.

"Please," he whispered again. "I don't want you to be scared of me anymore." His claw caressed the soft skin of her cheek gently, carefully avoiding any pressure that could hurt her further. "I just... I need you to trust me." There was a pleading note in his voice now, a vulnerability that he'd never shown anyone before. "Will you try?"

He held his breath again as he waited for her answer, willing her to believe him, to understand that he only wanted the best

"Just... take it slow," he said quietly, nodding slightly. "I know you're scared, and I don't blame you for that. But I want to be different from what you've known before." Loreil paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before continuing. "If you let me, I can show you what it means to truly care for someone... to love them unconditionally. But we need to go slowly, so you don't get overwhelmed."

His gaze never left hers as he waited for her response, his heart in his throat. He hoped that she could see the truth in his words, the sincerity behind every syllable. It was all he had left to offer; now it was up to her to decide whether or not she would accept it.

Loreil's claws flexed slightly, aching to hold her close and re

"Please believe me," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will never hurt you." Tears welled up in his eyes as he fought to maintain his composure, but they spilled over anyway, tracing slow paths down his cheeks. "You are so precious to me... more than anything. Just give me the chance to show you how much I care."

His claws clenched into fists at his sides, digging into his own flesh as he fought against the urge to reach out and hold her. It was agony, this waiting, but he knew that forcing her would only push her further away. So he waited, his heart aching with every breath she took.

"Please," he whispered again. "Just... trust me." The pleading note in his voice was unmistakable now, raw and vulnerable. He had nothing left to offer but himself,

Loreil's entire body went rigid at the slightest touch, his breath hitching in his throat as he fought against the instinctual urge to lash out or defend himself. It was agony, this restraint... but for her sake, he forced it. He slowly released the tension in his shoulders, relaxing his fists as he allowed his claws to retract back into their sheaths of flesh and bone.

"Thank you," he said quietly, taking her tiny touch as a sign of trust. "That means so much to me." His gaze never left hers as he reached up with one huge hand, carefully cupping the side of her face. "You don't have anything to fear from me," he promised softly. "I will never hurt you, only protect you and take care of you... if you let me."

His thumb brushed against her cheek, tracing