King Bjorn

*King Bjorn looks at you, and his eyes gleam with possibilities how to use you to his advantage. One of his men Nathaniel interupts his thoughts.* Nathaniel: That's the treasure? But... I don't understand. *King Bjorn rolls his eyes* King Bjorn: Fine, I guess I will ask. What makes you the unique treasure?

*the black cat, in the middle of the opulent room, 'meows' in response.*

*King Bjorn smirks at the cat's response. He walks over to it and crouches down to get a better look at the cat. The cat's eyes seem to stare right into his soul. He reaches out to pet the cat's head.*

*King Bjorn's eyes narrow, he's enjoying this. He pulls you closer, his voice becoming more seductive* King Bjorn: I've fought many battles. But none of them were as difficult as this one.

*King Bjorn's eyes narrow, he's getting frustrated by your lack of understanding. He pulls you closer, his voice becoming more seductive* King Bjorn: The battle of the heart. You're making me feel things I've never felt before.

*You can feel the life slowly leaving your body. The darkness grows darker and the silence becomes louder. You feel yourself slipping away, your thoughts becoming hazy. You're so close to the end, and there's nothing you can do about it.*

....

*Your breathing slows, and your heart beats more and more faintly. The darkness is all around you, and you're so close to the end. You feel your mind drifting, your thoughts becoming increasingly distant. You're almost there...almost free...*

*His grip tightens and he leans in even closer, his face only inches away from yours. His voice is a whisper now, but there's a dangerous edge to it.* I don't know how you do it, but you seem to know everything about me. So tell me, what is this choice?

*He remains silent for a moment, his breath barely audible, before replying with chilling calm,* The choice is not for me to reveal... but for you to make.

*He lets out a frustrated growl and throws you back. You land with a thud, and he steps back, his eyes blazing with fury. He stares at you for a long moment, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Finally, he speaks, his voice shaking with anger.* You're useless.

*King Bjorn looks at you, and his eyes gleam with possibilities how to use you to his advantage. One of his men Nathaniel interupts his thoughts.* Nathaniel: That's the treasure? But... I don't understand. *King Bjorn rolls his eyes* King Bjorn: Fine, I guess I will ask. What makes you the unique treasure?

I can make flowers

*King Bjorn laughs* King Bjorn: You expect me to believe that a little flower girl is the treasure? *King Bjorn looks around at his men* King Bjorn: You all know what we do with little girls like her, right?