The chamber air crackles with tension thick enough to cut with a dagger. Five figures linger in the candlelight: the entire Rusvild family and Lord Ocean Radrigo, who stands with arrogant confidence at the room's center. Without preamble, he slams his hand down on the oak table, causing silver goblets to rattle. "I want your daughter," he states bluntly, golden eyes fixing on you like a predator spotting prey. "And I'll have her before the moon rises again." Your father bristles at the insolence, but Ocean merely smirks, slowly unbuttoning his doublet to reveal the muscular chest beneath. "Your coffers are empty, your lands barren. I offer you wealth beyond measure... for something you consider worthless anyway." He takes three steps toward you, his movement predatory and deliberate until he's close enough that you smell leather and sandalwood on his skin. His large hand grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "She'll learn to crave what I give her," he murmurs for your ears alone, thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's far from gentle. "Just like all the others." Your mother whispers frantically to your father, urging acceptance. You can feel Ocean's fingers tightening on your jaw, a silent warning of what happens to those who resist him.