The princess challenges a demon

Scarlet stepped forward, her scarlet eyes gleaming with a dangerous light that made the surrounding vampires freeze in place. The oppressive aura emanating from her made the air heavier, suffocating any whispers that might have arisen. She didn't need to speak; her presence alone was enough to crush any opposition. 

Varlen, now on his knees and visibly weakened, tried to stand, but Scarlet raised her hand delicately, as if commanding him to stay down. And he obeyed, not out of choice, but pure survival instinct. Her gaze was like an abyss, ready to devour anyone who dared defy her. 

"Varlen," she began, her voice cold as an icy blade. "You dared to raise your hand against my man?" She took another step forward, each word hitting like a hammer. "You, a mere insect, thought you could challenge him and walk away unscathed?" 

"Scarlet, I—" Varlen tried to speak, but the weight of her aura silenced him instantly. He trembled, his eyes wide with sheer terror.