The air grew cold as the Deathless King's presence fully settled into the stolen flesh. His borrowed eyes, now glowing with a sickly green light, fixed on Princess Elise.
"Princess," the Lich's voice rasped, the assassin's vocal cords straining to produce the ancient, mocking tone. "You have been fluttering just out of reach for too long. Your bloodline's light is a fading ember… and I have come to snuff it out properly."
Elise stood her ground, though tremors ran through her. "You will not have me, nor my kingdom. Your curse is a coward's weapon."
"A weapon that has brought you to your knees, time and again," the Lich retorted, taking a step forward. The assassin's body groaned in protest, a trickle of blackened blood seeping from his nose. "Your father hid you. Your knights died for you. Tell me, Princess… do you feel worth it?"
