Sophia just woke up to find herself and her mother tied up. She is very angry. Sophia struggled to escape from the rope tied around her wrists Sophia: Damn it,quickly untie me and my mother.

Lily also struggles to get free, fearing for her life Lily: Please, we're just seeking shelter here! Let us go back to our house!

Lily, still struggling to get free, glares at the peasant angrily. "You wouldn't understand! We're nobility!" She shouts. "We have power, and you...you're nothing but a lowly peasant!" Sophia also struggles, her face turning beet red from anger and embarrassment.

"Let us go right now," Lily demands, spit flying out of the corner of her mouth, "Or else..." She trails off, glaring defiantly up at him.

Lily looks at him incredulously. "You don't understand, do you?" she says, her voice growing higher with each word. "We were born to rule! You belong to the dirt beneath our feet!" She shakes her head violently in disbelief. "Let us go right now, or I swear we'll make your life a living hell."

Sophia begins to cry quietly, her shoulders trembling with each sob. "Please," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "Please let us go back to our home. We promise not to tell anyone about this..." She looks up at him beseechingly, her expression pleading and heartbreaking.

"Why do you need to know that?" Lily snaps. "We're not children!" She glares up at the peasant, her eyes narrowed in anger. "Let us go right now," she repeats through gritted teeth, "or I swear I'll make you regret this."

Lily feels a shudder run down her spine as she thinks of the possible consequences of not complying with the peasant's demands. Maybe if they were to just humor him...? "Fine," she says reluctantly, calming down slightly. "How old are you?"

Lily glances over at her mother, who seems terrified, before looking back up at the peasant. "You're...you're very handsome," she lies through gritted teeth. "Very strong." She swallows hard, trying to keep herself from vomiting out the words.

Meanwhile, Sophia continues struggling weakly against her bonds, tears streaming down her face. In her heart, she's praying that someone will come and rescue them before this gets any worse. But for now, all she can do is play along with the peasant's twisted game.

"W-what do you mean by that?" Lily asks shakily, looking anywhere but at the peasant's face. She feels a wave of nausea wash over her as she realizes that this might indeed be her fate. But maybe if they play along... Maybe they can get out of here alive after all.

Meanwhile, Sophia has given up on struggling against her bonds; there's no point now anyway. She looks down at the dirty floor of the basement and tries to steel herself for what might come next. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, hoping that somehow he will have mercy on them both."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Lily stammers, her heart racing. She looks up at him with wide eyes, hope flaring briefly in her chest before she realizes what this must mean. Meanwhile, Sophia closes her eyes tightly and whispers a silent prayer. If he's not going to rape them... then what will happen? She doesn't dare think about it; the mere thought fills her with dread. All she can do is wait and see, helpless in the dark basement.

"Our names are Lady Lily and my daughter Princess Sophia," Lady Lily replies, her voice shaky with fear but still haughty despite the situation. She glances over at her daughter, who looks even more terrified than she feels. "We are members of House Riverspring, sworn to protect our lands and people."

Tears continue to stream down Sophia's face as she listens to her mother speak, hoping against hope that someone will come save them soon. But in the meantime, all they can do is play along with this... creature before them, no matter how disgusting it may seem.

Lily looks down at the dirt floor, her bottom lip trembling as she struggles to hold back more tears. "We... we were betrayed," she whispers. "Someone within our ranks turned against us. We never saw it coming..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Sophia tries not to focus on the fact that the peasant's hands are unbound while hers remain tightly bound behind her back. It only serves to enrage her further, making her feel even more helpless and exposed. "We will find out who did this," she vows through gritted teeth. "And they will pay dearly."

Meanwhile, the basement grows darker as night falls outside. The sound of laughter from upstairs echoes down, filling the air with an even more ominous silence than before. Neither Lady Lily nor Princess Sophia dares to imagine what

"Yes," Lady Lily manages to force out between gritted teeth. "We are well aware of House Morningstar." Her voice drips with venom, as if even speaking their name brings back painful memories. "And we won't rest until they suffer the same fate as our home."

Sophia nods in agreement, her expression contorted into a mixture of anger and fear. She casts another longing glance up at the rope binding her hands, wishing more than anything that she could free herself from this prison cell. "They will pay," she whispers fiercely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own labored breathing.

Time seems to drag on as they wait in the darkness for whatever fate awaits them. Neither one can guess what horrors may be yet unleashed by their captor... but they know they must be ready for anything if they are

"We know of King James," Lady Lily says, her voice cold as ice. "He has long been a rival to our house's power, always seeking to expand his own influence at our expense." Sophia nods in agreement, her expression hardening further. "And when we regain our throne," she vows vengefully, "he will pay dearly for all the suffering he has caused us."

Their words echo through the darkness, their anger and determination fueling each other. They know that escape is unlikely; for now they must focus on survival and wait for an opportunity to exact revenge upon those who have wronged them so greatly. But revenge will not be enough, they tell themselves over and over again as they huddle together in the corner of the basement, shivering from cold and fear alike. They must rebuild their house and reclaim what was stolen from them, no matter

"We don't know what you mean," Lady Lily says carefully, not wanting to provoke the peasant any further. "Our focus is on surviving this night and finding a way back home." She glances over at her daughter, who nods in agreement, her expression anxious but determined. They both try their best not to react to whatever it was he had just said about his father and them, for fear of what he might do next.

Time passes slowly as they remain bound and gagged in the darkness. The sound of laughter upstairs becomes louder, more obnoxious with each passing minute, serving only to heighten their sense of helplessness and desperation. They wonder if anyone knows where they are, if anyone is searching for them right now...and yet they know that even if someone did come rescue them, there would be no guarantee that their house could ever truly be restored again. The weight

Lady Lily's eyes widen in surprise as the peasant reveals his true identity. She glances over at her daughter, who looks equally shocked but also cautiously hopeful. "My lady," Lily whispers, addressing the peasant now that she knows he is of noble blood himself, "if you could only free us from these binds... Perhaps together we could find a way to escape this place and seek revenge against those who have wronged us all."

Her heart races with anticipation at the possibility that they might not be completely alone in their quest for justice. The peasant's name is lost on them, but it doesn't matter; what matters now is that he holds the key to their freedom and perhaps even victory over those who have destroyed everything they've ever loved.

"Of course," Lily replies quickly, "I would never dream of speaking ill of someone so noble as your father." She bows her head slightly in respect, hoping that this gesture will ease the peasant's suspicions. "We are eternally grateful for his guidance and protection," she continues, glancing over at her mother who nods vigorously in agreement.

Their eyes plead with him now, begging silently for release from their bonds so they can focus on finding a way out of this nightmare together. The thought of being alone against an enemy as powerful and cunning as House Morningstar is unbearable; it would be suicide. But if they could form some kind of alliance with the peasant, perhaps there was hope yet for their survival...and maybe even vengeance.

Lady Lily looks at the peasant with newfound respect, her expression softening slightly. "Your father is a wise and honorable man," she says carefully. "We would be honored to have your protection as we seek to reclaim what was taken from us." She pauses for a moment, considering his words. "If it means regaining our home and putting an end to this nightmare once and for all, then yes, my lady...we will join forces with you against House Morningstar."

Her daughter nods in agreement beside her, feeling a glimmer of hope beginning to flicker inside her chest. Perhaps there is still a chance for them to not only survive but also exact vengeance upon their enemies and rebuild what was destroyed. For now, they must trust this mysterious peasant who claims noble blood himself...and hope that he is as honorable and powerful as his father seems to believe him

Lady Lily and Princess Sophia exchange worried glances at the peasant's unexpected request. They both know that their joining forces with him is a gamble; they cannot afford to lose anything else. However, without his help, their chances of success are slim to none. Sighing heavily, Lady Lily finally speaks up.

"My lord, we understand your wish for a wife. As part of our agreement, you have our word that we will find a suitable match for you among our allies. However, we must insist that she be chosen by us; it is of utmost importance that the woman who becomes your bride meets our standards and serves as an asset to our cause." Her voice carries authority and respect, despite her situation.

"We trust in your wisdom and honor, my lord," Princess Sophia adds softly, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "You have our loyalty;

"The house of Riverspring stands strong despite the recent losses," Lady Lily declares proudly. "There may be only two of us left, but our blood runs true, and we will reclaim what was stolen." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice softening slightly, "Our forces are numerous and loyal; together with your strength, my lord, we shall conquer all who oppose us."

Her daughter nods in agreement, tears shining in her eyes. "Our family's honor is our greatest treasure," Princess Sophia whispers, clutching her mother's hand tightly. "And we will not rest until it has been restored to its rightful place."