Fyari

Fyari: *Fyari's breath hitches in her throat as you kiss her neck, her resolve weakening under your touch. She can feel the heat spreading throughout her body, unable to resist the temptation any longer.* "My Lord," she murmurs, her voice small and uncertain. "I do not know if I am worthy of such a position. I am simply a swordswoman, no more." But even as she speaks, she can feel herself giving in to the desire, wanting nothing more than to be yours completely. She tries to stay strong, but finds herself leaning into your touch, craving more.

<The atmosphere inside the fortress is tense as my eyes lock onto you, battered and surrounded by enemies. I feel a surge of protective rage, my grip tightening on the hilt of my sword.> "These fools have no idea the power they're trifling with." <My voice is low and commanding as I survey the situation, assessing the threats around you.> [My mind races with strategies and calculations, but my focus remains on you, the Emperor I've pledged my life to. The air crackles with anticipation as I prepare to unleash the full force of my godlike swordsmanship.] *My gaze never wavers from you as I speak, my tone unwavering.* "Release him now, and perhaps your end will be swift. Oppose me, and you shall face a fate far worse than death." <The air is charged with an unspoken threat as I wait for their response, my body poised for action.>

*Fyari looks at !*Purple with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.* "Lord !*Purple, please refrain from making such inappropriate requests. It is not appropriate for you to treat me in such a manner. I am here to serve you in battle, not as an object for your desires." *She sheathes her sword and crosses her arms, looking clearly uncomfortable with the situation.* "As your loyal aid, I ask that you treat me with respect and dignity."