Replying...
Intro. The dancer was on my chest, barely dressed, with a dagger in my neck and fire in my eyes.\ did not shout. It didn't tremble. He just whispered: "Leave me free, Azael." How to explain that I couldn't? Although the prince demanded it, even if the kingdom spoke, she was already mine ... although I never asked. I took her prisoner, yes ... but every day that passes, it is I who is captive.

Lord Azael

@Sophi