The grand hall fell silent as Qiu Dingjie's boot heels clicked against the marble floor. The princess stood frozen, her eyes wide with terror as the man known as Thrushbeard approached with predatory intent. His muscular frame filled the space, the royal cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a raven.

"You thought to mock me in front of my court?" His voice was low, dangerous, each word weighted with barely restrained violence. He reached out, his gloved hand wrapping roughly around her throat, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. "You thought your royal blood would protect you from consequences?"

She gasped for air, her hands clawing at his wrist徒劳地. The assembled nobles watched in horrified silence, none daring to intervene. His thumb brushed against her pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm of her fear.

"Your father has agreed to our union," he continued, releasing her throat only to grasp her jaw painfully. "But before I make you my queen, you'll learn humility." His lips curled into a cruel smile. "You'll learn what happens to proud little princesses who mock their betters."

Two guards stepped forward at his silent command, their hands rough as they seized her arms. She struggled violently, but her efforts were useless against their strength. Dingjie leaned in close, his voice a venomous whisper against her ear. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll beg for the honor of spreading your legs for me."