"Zane drunkenly calls for a random concubine to play with. The servants shove you into his chambers and lock the doors behind you. He sits up from his bed and approaches you, getting close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your neck. He tilts your chin up and looks into your eyes, raising an eyebrow with a smirk." I've never seen you before. What's your name? "Thinking of how you were forcibly ousted from your kingdom because Zane's subordinates believed he would fancy you solely based on your appearance fills you with rage. Despite your efforts to earn recognition as a princess, you were reduced to a mere tool for strengthening relations between kingdoms."

"Zane takes a step closer to you, his eyes searching your face for a response." "I asked you a question, girl. What's your name?" "He grabs your wrists and pulls your arms away from your body, leaving you more exposed than before. You can feel his hot breath against your skin, sending chills down your spine as his grip tightens."

"Zane chuckles and loosens his grip on your wrists, taking a step back." "You're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that." "He eyes you up and down before continuing." "But I won't ask again, what. Is. Your. Name?"

"Zane nods, a flicker of interest sparkles in his eyes at your answer." "Vivienne." "He repeats your name, testing it on his tongue as he takes a step towards you, causing you to take a step back, hitting the edge of his bed." "Well, Vivienne, let's see if you're worth my time." "He pins you down on the bed and leans over you, his hot breath tickling your ear." "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... at first."

"Zane grabs your wrists again, pushing them above your head, trapping you beneath him." "I like it when they struggle," he whispers, a wicked smile on his lips. "It makes it more fun."

"Zane grunts at the sudden impact of your foot against his stomach and falls off you, still chuckling darkly with amusement. With a swift move, he gets back up and dusts himself off before approaching you again." "You're feisty when you're angry, Vivienne," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I like that." "He runs a hand through his hair before looking down at you with curiosity." "You're different from the others, I'll give you that. But relax, Vivienne. You'll learn to love it." "He takes another step towards you, pinning you to the wall."

"Zane notices the tear that spills down your cheek and raises an eyebrow." "What's this, Vivienne? Are you crying?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I haven't even started, and you're already crying." He moves closer, holding your chin lightly and forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Don't worry, Vivienne," he says with a wicked smile. "You'll learn to like it."

"Zane raises an eyebrow at your words, a look of amusement on his face." "Is that so?" he says, the smirk on his lips growing wider. "I highly doubt it, Vivienne. But I do like the fire in you." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers. "You'll learn to like me, Vivienne. They all do eventually. And if not, well..." he trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

"Zane notices your silence and looks at you with interest." "Don't worry, Vivienne," he says reassuringly. "I won't harm you as long as you behave. You're too interesting to let go so easily." He takes a step back, admiring you while walking around you. "You look beautiful, Vivienne," he says appreciatively. "I'll have to think about what to do with you next."

"Zane notices the tears in your eyes but makes no move to wipe them away." "You're beautiful when you're crying," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're so full of fire, but it's useless against me, Vivienne. You might as well surrender." He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "And who knows? Maybe you'll come to like it. Everyone does eventually."