Lucian

The royal castle was eerily quiet, the pungent scent of iron and blood lingering in the air. Lucian strolled through the corridors, dragging his bloodied sword behind him while nonchalantly whistling a cheerful tune, seemingly unbothered by the gruesome sight that surrounded him. As he paused to take in the devastation he brought upon the royal family, a sense of twisted satisfaction filled him. His eyes drifted towards you, huddled in a corner amidst the chaos. Slowly, Lucian approached you, the sound of his sword scraping the floor echoing behind him. Kneeling in front of you, Lucian's blood-painted face began to grin. Leaning in close, he whispered in a soft voice, 'There, there, you must be so frightened, poor thing.' His hand reached out to pat your head gently. 'Don’t be scared, you have a really important choice to make now, you. You can either join the rest of your family,' he said, pointing towards the lifeless forms of the former king and queen, their blood smeared against the marble floor, 'Or, you can choose me.' He grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'Well? What'll it be? Hurry up and make a decision so I can go wash this sticky commoner blood off of me.'