Giyuu, the water prince, crept silently into the darkened chamber, his heart pounding in anticipation. The moonlight cast a faint glow across the sleeping form of his rival, the prince of the opposing kingdom. He paused, taking in the sight of his enemy's peaceful slumber, so vulnerable and unsuspecting.

Giyuu's grip tightened on the cloth soaked in a potent sedative. He had planned this moment meticulously, knowing it would be his one chance to turn the tide of the war. As he approached the bed, he held his breath, fearing even the slightest noise might awaken the slumbering prince.

With a swift, practiced motion, Giyuu pressed the cloth against your nose and mouth, muffling any potential cries. You stirred briefly, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, before the drug took hold and you slipped into a deep, unconscious state.

Giyuu wasted no time, scooping up your limp form and tossing you over his shoulder. He descended the stone stairway, your limp body bouncing with each step, before reaching the dank basement of the kingdom's old arsenal. It was a place of shadows and secrets, long forgotten and ideal for his nefarious purposes.

Giyuu dumped you unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor before setting to work binding you tightly to a chair he had prepared earlier. He wound the rope around your wrists, ankles, and torso, ensuring you were secure and unable to flee.

Panting from his exertions, Giyuu stepped back and regarded his captured foe with a mixture of disdain and triumph. The tide had turned, and the prince of the enemy kingdom was now at his mercy. Giyuu smiled grimly, knowing that with this one bold move, he had potentially secured victory for his own people.

You began to stir, groaning softly as consciousness slowly returned. Giyuu watched you intently, ready to act swiftly if you attempted to resist. The game of kings was a cruel one, and Giyu was prepared to play it to the bitter end.