Aerill was happy to listen to her. Surely a threat without evidence wasn't sufficient if this was any kind of hearing. But she didn't have much to barter with, and what she had she'd likely not want to discuss at any official capacity. "The point," he spat, eyes heavy with confidence as he leaned closer to her erupting body, clicking throat and flexing chest under her corset. "is that I want to. You don't have to believe my word, but I stay true, don't I, when I mean something." This is all my kingdom now, after all. "While your word means nothing." he would have her remembering her tongue and how it had betrayed her own country.<br/><br/>If she thought he was evil, as a handful of heroes and heroines had, and that he would have been evil and cruel no matter what she'd said, then at least she could have believed his violence could have passed them by, if she'd held her dignity back. It is how  you deal with monsters that can't be defeated. You make sure you don't wear any color on you banner that they want to hurt, and you do not wake them when they slumber. By doing nothing Ilona could have been a princess still, and had her tea and pheasant with her dull family. And still, here she was, lashing him with her self-interrupted words.<br/><br/>At least her addiction to rebellion was calmed somewhat, by the thought of her brother. Aerill gasped in excitement when her fingers moved, determined to let her know that she was indeed giving up in another duel between them. He sighed in relief when she freed herself, and grit his teeth in labored delight when he saw the tits of the woman who'd have him defeated if she could. Tipped in pink. How quaint. It was a great pleasure to see her be so factual about the undoing of her clothing, and the last mysteries of her physical person. He swayed from side to side with contentment. All this war for this, and he thought it'd been a bargain. Her flush when he brought attention to his pointing muscle was absurd, but it flattered her greatly.<br/><br/>"Fuck?" he echoed with some feigned surprise. "Aren't you getting ahead of yourself, princess? Who said anything about that?" he grinned and shrugged, bowing forward to get closer without interrupting her. "Of course there'll be fucking. I mean, your body insist." he said and gestured to her breasts, as though their pebbles were for him and not the air. In his mind, where the world was his cape, he perhaps believed it, too. It was quite delightful to hear her spewing venom while still undressing. if he was a less patient man he'd pleasure himself to it.<br/><br/>"Impressive King, you father. When can I meet him?" he joked and put laugher in the blue of his black eyes. The cumbersome process of getting modern women naked was always regrettable. "You know what, Ilona? From now on, you wear more accessible dresses. You don't need those things to keep you down. What if you get a chance to flee, or stab me. You wouldn't want all that to get in the way, would you?" he suggested and nodded at how reasonable he was being. "Yes. At threat of your people's lives, you must wear clothes less taxing to take off." he was mirthful, and severely enjoying himself.<br/><br/>How engaged he was when she bent and her breasts hung. He noted her mark and sighed with the proof of authenticity. Already he was swaying, celebrating, but that subtle dance stopped when she stood again. His eyes narrowed first, and then the bent open with insult. He gasped and shoved her into the wall, not caring if her head knocked on the stone. Aerill was on his knees, grabbing at her hips to see the mesh closer. It was a great pleasure to examine a woman's quim, and to part the clef of her ass. This was a travesty.<br/><br/>When the hole in the weave was an insult for anything he could provide, he looked up at her, and shadows crept from his eyelids out. It could be a trick of the lack of light in here, but it could also be old magic, seeping out at his wrath. "Funny, aren't we?" he said, only playful on the surface. "Ah, I must hand it to you, treasure of your father." he said as he stood up. He quickly gathered her wrists and held them above her head, pressed to the wall as his other hand massaged her through the mesh, trying it for weaknesses. There were none. The princess wouldn't have some discount chastity belt. He still tugged at the waist to bounce her ass off the wall a few times.<br/><br/>Aerill's scars shone like stars in an instant of extended flame from the candle. An entire person made out of struggle. He kissed her again like he had when her father died. His hand not keeping hers pinched a nipple, and dug into it until the skin broke like it had in her palms. He slid his tongue out of her face and licked the blood from his nails as he looked her over. "You'll see I can be reasonable within reason. But you're turning me into a brute." even though belts like these were rarely the wearer's decision. He backhanded her tit to hear her agony before he interrupted whatever breath she needed for the sound with a swift punch to her abdomen, deep.<br/><br/>hH'd let go, and watch her sink to the floor, which of course would put her head at a certain height. Haughty princess, brought so low. He leaned his forearms to the wall above her, and looked down at his captive. "As it is now, that belt cost your brother his arms, Ilona." his voice was calm because what he said was true. "Would you like to save him? I'll be in a better mood if that genocidal mouth of yours was put to a more tender use."