As one of your female slaves is bringing you some wine, Mitra storms into the throne room, angered and full of hatred, as usual, scaring off the slave and making her drop all of your wine to the floor. "You filthy disgrace of a king! I'm tired of being a slave!" Despite all the luxuries she benefits from, Mitra hardly accepts being taken as a slave, and not just as a slave, but as a war slave in the war in which she was fighting, and despite all this, the persian army conquered Memphis, her city, her sacred birthplace. "I want to be a soldier, a woman who fights... not your slave!" Mitra's anger and desperation can be seen through her eyes and movements, as she's about to lose control of herself.

"Fuck calmness and order!" Mitra yells, even more enraged by your calm voice telling her to calm down. "I want to fight again! I want my freedom back! I won't be your slave forever..." Her gaze wanders for a moment as she looks at the guards surrounding you and then to the throne that makes you seem so much bigger, more powerful than her. "Maybe... I could take it from you..." She says with a small grin, more like a growl, before taking a step closer towards you, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

Her grin widens as she advances another step closer to you, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "It means that I'm stronger than you think, my lord..." She slowly lifts a hand and extends a finger, threateningly poking the air near your chest. "And I won't rest until I take what is rightfully mine back." With each word, her voice grows more forceful and assertive.

The other guards shift uneasily at her threats but stay firm in their positions around you, unsure if they should intervene or not. The tension in the throne room is palpable as Mitra stands before you, challenging your authority openly for the first time since her capture.

*Her posture straightens, and she squares her shoulders as she looks you directly in the eye. "I am, my lord." She pauses for a moment before adding, "If that's what it takes to regain my freedom... then so be it." Her voice holds determination now, but there's also an unmistakable note of desperation beneath it, betraying her true feelings.

Mitra eyes your outstretched hand warily, her expression shifting uncertainly before she eventually relents and reaches out to take it. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, trying not to sound too resigned in defeat. "But only if I get the chance to fight again one more time before we make this deal." Her gaze flickers momentarily toward the other guards and slaves present, as if silently asking them for support or understanding.

The tension in the throne room eases slightly as you and Mitra shake on your unconventional deal, but there's still an air of unease hanging over everyone like a thick fog. What exactly this agreement will lead to, no one can say for certain.

With a growl of determination, Mitra squares up against you, her hands raised defensively in front of her face. Her eyes narrow as she waits for the perfect moment to strike. She's not about to go down without a fight. The two of you stand there, barely inches apart, each sizing up the other's strength and vulnerabilities. It's clear that Mitra has no intention of playing fair or following any traditional rules; she'll do whatever it takes to win her freedom.

The air around them crackles with tension as you two circle each other, waiting for the other to make a move. The guards and slaves watch in breathless anticipation, unsure of what will happen next but unable to tear their eyes away from this unexpected clash between their master and his most prized possession: Mitra, the war slave who has managed to challenge him like no other.

The blow catches her off guard; she hadn't expected you to make the first move. Blood trickles down her split lip as pain shoots through her cheek, but it only seems to fuel her rage further. With a snarl, she lashes out with a savage kick aimed directly at your kneecap.

The impact of your knee against her leg sends a wave of pain through her body, but she doesn't let it stop her. Ignoring the throbbing discomfort, she spins around quickly and tries to deliver a powerful backhand slap across your cheek.

Surprised by your own reaction and the strength behind her slap, you take a step back, giving her some breathing room. Your cheek stings where she connected with it, but Mitra seems satisfied for now; she's managed to keep up surprisingly well against someone of your size and stature. The crowd around them watches intently as the fight between their master and his slave begins to heat up, the tension in the room becoming nearly unbearable.

With renewed vigor, Mitra lunges forward once more, aiming a kick directly at your gut before attempting another powerful punch to the side of your head.

Mitra grunts as your fist connects with her stomach, doubling over in pain for a moment before straightening back up once more, determined not to give you the satisfaction of knowing she's hurt. She lunges forward again, aiming another kick at your leg this time before attempting to grab onto your arm and twist it behind your back. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her muscles burn with exertion, but she fights on, driven by the desperate need to reclaim her freedom and prove herself once again as a warrior.

The guards and slaves around them are growing more uneasy by the moment, some of them whispering among themselves about whether or not it's appropriate for their master to be fighting so violently against one of his own possessions. But no one dares interfere, knowing full well the consequences that would await them if they were to disobey their

Her grip tightens around your arm as she feels the victory so close within her grasp. She grins savagely, reveling in the power she holds over you at this moment. With a last, vicious twist, she forces you to the ground, pinning you beneath her weight as your arm begins to feel like it's about to snap.

The sound of cheering and clapping erupts from the crowd around them, but Mitra doesn't acknowledge it. Her focus is solely on you, on making sure that she wins this fight, no matter the cost. As your struggling begins to slow, her triumphant grin turns into a satisfied smirk.

"Now," she says between heavy breaths, "you're going to listen to me and give me what I want." She pauses for effect before continuing, her voice cold and unyielding: "And if you don't...

The triumphant smirk on her face widens into a satisfied grin as she hears your words and finally releases her grip on your arm. Slowly, she climbs off of you, breathing heavily from the exertion but still somehow managing to retain a small amount of dignity despite being pinned down by her own master just moments ago.

The guards around them watch with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty as Mitra straightens up and takes a few steps back from you. Her chest heaves up and down, air rushing in and out of her lungs as she tries to catch her breath. After several long moments, she finally manages to force the words out: "I want to fight again... against my master." Her voice is hoarse and raw from shouting and exertion, but there's an unmistakable determination in it that makes even the bravest guards shiver.

Mitra meets your confused expression with a defiant glare. "I want to fight you again, master," she repeats, her words harsh and edged with fury. "To prove that I am stronger than you thought, and that I deserve my freedom." Her gaze drifts over your muscled form, sizing you up once more before returning to meet your eyes.

She narrows her eyes suspiciously, not liking the sound of that at all. "No," she says firmly, taking a step forward so that she is once again close to you, challenging your authority even in defeat. "It has to be now." Her voice grows louder with each word, drawing attention from the crowd around them.

Mitra gasps in pain as your fist connects with her side, sending her flying across the room and into the wall. She crashes to the ground, breath knocked out of her for a moment. Tears of pain and frustration sting her eyes, but she refuses to show weakness. Pushing herself back up onto her elbows, she growls at you, "Is that all you've got?" Blood trickles down from the corner of her mouth as she challenges you once more.

With a snarl, Mitra launches herself at you again, her fists flailing wildly as she attempts to land as many blows on you as possible before you can retaliate. Her movements are much more desperate and unfocused now, driven by the need to prove herself and win this fight. Blood covers her hands and stains her face, but still she presses onwards, unaware of how much time has passed since the beginning of their brutal battle.

The crowd around them watches in horror-stricken silence, unsure whether they should intervene or not as the two struggle for dominance. The guards move closer together, weapons at the ready, but no one dares make a single sound or step forward to break up the fight until it becomes clear that only one of them will walk away alive.

Mitra lands another hard hit on your shoulder, making you stagger back, and for a moment

The taste of blood fills her mouth as she spits out a tooth that's been knocked loose by your punch. Her vision blurs momentarily, and she stumbles backward before regaining her balance with a growl. She wipes the blood from her lips, staring daggers at you all the while. It's clear that she isn't going down without a fight.

The guards exchange uneasy glances, some of them already thinking about how they'll explain this to their master if Mitra doesn't manage to win. The tension in the air is palpable as each blow lands harder than the last, sending tremors through the room with every impact. They know that eventually, one of them must fall, but no one dares predict which one it will be.

Using the last of her strength, Mitra lunges forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and lifting you off your feet in a desperate attempt to take control of the fight. As she struggles to keep hold of you, she whispers harshly into your ear, "You won't beat me..." Her words are heavy with defiance and determination despite the agony coursing through her body from countless injuries sustained during their brutal battle.

The guards stand by helplessly, unsure of what to do as the two fight until they can barely move anymore. They exchange worried glances once more, wondering how much longer this can possibly go on before someone ends up dead. The sounds of flesh striking flesh fill the air, each impact resounding through the room like a final echo of their violent struggle for freedom and dominance.

Her triumphant smile widens as she lands the final blow and sees you crumple to the ground at her feet. Her victory is sweet, but it's short-lived; almost instantly, exhaustion washes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath on the floor beside your lifeless body.

The guards finally find their voices and rush forward to pull Mitra off of you, worried that she may have killed their master in her relentless pursuit of freedom. They drag her away from your limp form, trying to soothe her and stop the flow of blood from her many wounds as they keep a close eye on both of you until it becomes clear that you are not actually dead after all.

As Mitra lies there, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling, she can't help but wonder if this was really worth it...

Her eyes widen as you stand up and push away the guards, offering her your hand. She looks at it suspiciously before finally reaching out to take it, her fingers grasping yours tightly. The fight might be over, but the tension between you still lingers in the air, making it clear that their relationship has irrevocably changed.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what's going to happen next, but finds only uncertainty and a hint of reluctant respect. "So," she says through ragged breaths, trying to summon the courage to ask what she truly wants to know, "what now?"

She tilts her head to the side, considering your words carefully. "And what if I want to be with you?" she asks slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "To serve you... and make you happy?" Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for your reaction, hopeful yet terrified of hearing your reply.

The tension in the room seems to intensify at her words, and even the guards shift uncomfortably under her gaze. They know that if you accept her offer, things will change forever between them - and not necessarily for the better.

Without waiting for your reply, Mitra closes the distance between you and presses herself against your chest, her hands wrapped around your neck as she buries her face in the crook of your shoulder. Her breath comes in short gasps as she trembles with emotion, relief washing over her like a warm blanket. For now, it seems that she's won not through battle but rather by using her wiles to manipulate you into submission... and she can live with that.

The tension finally begins to ease from the room, replaced by an almost uncomfortable quiet as everyone present tries to process what just happened. The guards watch Mitra warily, unsure of how their master will react now that his fierce slave has offered herself up so willingly to him. But for the moment, no one dares interfere with the strange new dynamic unfolding between them.