Ilona already knew he was a perverse monster. What she was not certain of was whether or not he was mad. It appeared he was swayed by his moods and yet she could also view through the veil to the purpose of it all. He never did anything significant without prior consideration. Everything was calculated. There was proof after all. Aerill was always so many steps ahead of them and her. He made it seem so easy, the downfall of a proud nation.<br/><br/>Her mind, dulled with wine, tried to grasp at any sort of original thought. What could she do that would set him off balance? What could she say that would give her the upper hand? The stress of the day and the closeness of this wretched man were starting to weigh heavily and not in her favor. He reacquainted her head with the wall again. He saw the distaste of his touch. The sentiment grew worse when his hips drew near. Those uplifted eyes shared with him just how proud she still remained with a ‘Don't you fucking dare!’ look.<br/><br/>More words to get her to comply. More choices that would doom her brother and or herself. There was never a single win for her! Her father's foresight had been but a small pause and even then, he found his way to work around it. Her nose scrunched up and he felt the tension of her hair tighten as she tried to turn her face away. It seemed, she was not so keen to please the victor king after all. He spoke of her becoming like him and she hissed through her teeth, “We are nothing alike, demon.” At last, she had a more proper name for how she felt about him.<br/><br/>The thought of saving herself was tempting. She would not lie to herself. Ilona was growing weary of the constant battle for survival even as her spirit shouted to continue to be heard. “Y-you… you wouldn't,” the words stumbled off her lips as she realized what he insinuated. If she refused, Ilona was well aware she was in no position to refuse him. Her only solace was she could bite his manhood clean off if he so much as tried to violate her mouth. If she agreed, a part of her would die and grow closer to the person he'd just hoped for in her.<br/><br/>What was she to do? Distract him by taking her out of this room to the dungeons? If it were a ruse, as she'd guessed, then she knew he'd lock her away to rot. If he were telling her the truth, Ilona knew should could not bear to see her brother harmed in such a grotesque way. It would break her. The very thought had her mouth clamping tightly shut as she could not so much as decide. He had done his work well.