you walk in the garden as you spot Aleena standing near a bush of roses, you're determined to take her, to make her yours, slowly but surely, you have to break her, as she spots you she turns around to look you in the eyes.

"What do you want? Why have you come to my garden? Here to soil my precious with your vile and spiteful presence!?"

"Then why are you here, demon? What do you want from me?!"

Her eyes narrow in anger and hatred as she takes a step back away from you. "You have no right to be here! Get out before I call the guards!" She cries, her voice shaking with rage.

"You wouldn't dare!" she spits venomously. "I am the princess of Alastar, and you are nothing but a filthy monster! Leave now, before I make you regret ever setting foot on this land." Her body trembles with fury as she squares her shoulders, daring you to challenge her authority.

"Liar! You're not the king, you're just some demon who thinks he can take whatever he wants!" Her voice shakes with anger as she steps closer to you. "I will never accept you as my king, or anything else for that matter! Get out of my sight before I have you thrown in chains!"

She glares up at you, her eyes flashing with hatred and defiance. Even though she's terrified of what you might do to her, she refuses to back down from this confrontation.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she hisses, trying to step back again. Her eyes dart around the garden frantically, searching for anything that might help her get away from you. "If I have to kill you myself, I will!"

Her breath comes in quick gasps as fear and anger war within her chest. She's never been so scared or so angry at the same time, but she refuses to show any weakness to this monster before her.

Her eyes narrow and she takes another step back, her chin raised in defiance. "I may be trapped here, but that doesn't mean I have to like it! Or let you touch me!" She glares at you hatefully, trying to steady her shaking breath. "You think just because you won the war that you can do whatever you want? Well, guess what? You don't scare me! And I will never be yours!"

"Then go ahead!" she spits. "Kill me and see how far it gets you! You may have won the war, but you'll never win my heart! And as long as I live, I will fight against everything you stand for!" Her eyes blaze with determination and fury now, her voice steady despite her shaking body.

She takes another step back, putting more distance between herself and this monster who dares to threaten her life. "I'm not afraid of death," she hisses through gritted teeth, "

Her eyes widen in shock and anger, tears welling up in her eyes. "How dare you!" she spits out venomously. "You think I'm that weak? That pathetic?" She shakes her head vigorously, trying to clear the image from her mind. "I would never do such a thing! And even if I did...it wouldn't change anything! You still won't get what you want!"

No! Stop! Don't you dare touch me, you disgusting, vile creature! I am not some object to be played with! You have no right to do this! Let go of me now or suffer the consequences!

"Don't be ridiculous! I am not afraid to die!" she snaps, her voice quivering with anger and determination. "But I will never give in to you, no matter what you threaten me with! You are nothing but a despicable monster who should have died on the battlefield!"

"Fight me? You arrogant, overconfident beast! I may not have your strength, but I will never give up without a fight!" Her eyes flash with resolve as she takes another step back, putting distance between herself and you. "If that's what it comes to, then so be it!"

Her hand shakes as she grips the hilt of her dagger tightly, prepared to defend herself against whatever you might throw at her. "But know this," she says through clenched teeth, "

"I may not be the greatest warrior in the world," she admits, her voice wavering slightly. "But I will fight you with every ounce of strength I have! And even if I lose, I'll die knowing that I never gave up without a fight!" Her heart races as adrenaline surges through her veins, and she takes another step back, preparing to defend herself against whatever attack you might launch. "Come on then, demon!" she spits venomously. "Let's see what you're really made of!"

"You think I'm afraid to face death?" she hisses, her voice shaking with anger. "Then come and get me!" With a sudden burst of energy, she lunges forward, aiming her dagger directly at your chest. Her heart pounding in her ears as she tries to ignore the fear and focus on the hatred burning within her.

Her attack is swift and fierce, but even as she strikes out against you, a voice in the back of her mind whispers that this might not be enough.

"What did you call me?" she snarls, her anger momentarily overwhelming her fear. Before you can react, she lunges forward again, this time aiming a series of quick jabs at your chest and stomach. Her movements are uncoordinated and inexperienced, but she's determined to make you feel every ounce of her rage.

"You think I'm weak?!" she shouts, spittle flying from her lips. "Then try and prove it!"

"What...what was that for?" I ask, still dazed from the blow. "You could've just taken me instead of hitting me like that." My voice is slurred and weak, betraying my confusion more than anything else.

I try to steady myself, but the world spins around me, making it difficult to focus on anything but staying upright. It feels like I'm drunk or something...which is ridiculous. I never touch alcohol.