There were so many thoughts of hatred that crossed within her mind: of his ability to turn her own people against her family; how he'd gotten the upper hand on her; of his personal interest in her. The very sensation of his touch was revolting and she longed to tear herself away from him, but knew it would simply feed into the frenzy of the crowd and would seal her fate. He really had done such a good job in subduing all authority and bringing out the base behaviors of all human nature. Her beauty was now her curse and her mind had failed her. This was a day that would forever change her.<br/><br/>There came that disgusting flavor rising from her throat when she felt his finger touch the side of her face. Again, she leaned her neck away from him, to the point where she felt the strain. It only fed into the fear that he was the sort of man who enjoyed every bit of the spoils of war. He had won and now she was to die or become his pet. In a way, Ilona wished to anger him that she might join those of her family but knew this was his play. Her part was only a private version of what was yet to come. Her jaw tightened as she clenched her teeth. To look upon her father like this, to see his eyes lift to her... it tore her heart as those words of doubt rose up again. Could she have been the cause of all this?<br/><br/>Ilona watched the blade rise into the sky, how the light of the sun caused it to flash with blinding accuracy. The man who wielded it did not seem to tire, even after all those heads had been severed. It was a miracle he hadn't needed to resharpen it crossing bone and sinew.  Her heart rate accelerated and her breath clung deep within her lungs as her eyes widened with fear of the inevitable. The man responsible pulled her close and, had he not been the person he was, could have been shown as a sign of comfort. He heard her exhale of breath the moment his fingers brushed over that sensitive area of her lower back. Ilona shifted to remove his touch from over the mark by turning to into his chest some to reach up and cling to him. "A better man would have overshot a peaceful nation, instead of burning it for sport."<br/><br/>He felt her tense up the instant that blade began to swing. Aerill's hand rose up and stopped the execution and her eyes widened as a soft whimper fell from her lips, a sound only he would have picked up on. What game was he playing at? There was no way he would suffer to let her father live. It made no sense. That's when his despicable voice spoke words of hope into her ear. For that single moment, it took seed and her weight rested against the strength of his body. The stress of this day was slowly wearing down upon her.<i>'Just kidding...'  </i>Her hand shot out towards her father as the blade finally landed its blow and Ilona wasn't aware that her voice had cried out in protest as the inspiration in her life was just cut down. The cry was cut off when his mouth tore into her own, in a kiss she barely had time to register.<br/><br/>It was a damn good thing he flung her away for pure murder and hatred bore into him within her gaze. The roar of the crowd died into a lull within the background not quite reaching her ears.  Ilona's world was being destroyed piece by piece only to be left with one- herself. It was becoming too much for her, that this man use her pain, her sadness against her. "I will never allow you to do such a thing. The child will never be born." Her voice spat out through clenched teeth. He was starting to remove her desire for living, but for now her anger shone brighter than the mild humor in his eyes. Ilona's body tensed and one foot settled back behind her. Her knees bent slightly and she was about to charge him when his eyes were removed of their gorgeous dual color to that of pitch black. It caught her off guard and so she took that full step back away from him, close to the edge of the stairs of his stage. He would keep her the puppet figure of her own kingdom? Lips full of color now parted in shock as her own eyes beneath her veil moved back and forth within his. She didn't know what to say, much less what to do.<br/><br/>The motion of her stance had one of his men step forward to detain her and prevent her to hurt his liege or herself. Her hand lifted up to stop him as she stood tall, fixing her dress that Aerill disturbed with his petting. There was moisture lingering to her onyx lashes, clinging to their lengths and causing them to clump, but her cheeks remained dry. Ilona refused to shed a tear in front of him. She consoled herself by saying there would be time later. No doubt he would toss her into a dank cell until he had further use of her. It was the darkness she longed for, not the light that showcased this days events.