Liria stood motionless in the shadowed corner of the chamber, heart beating in a slow, measured rhythm. The world around her had narrowed to this single room, filled with shadows that danced in the flickering torchlight. She'd thought the lesson was complete, but now it was clear—the Dark Sovereign was far from finished.
"You gave him hope," the Sovereign murmured softly, stepping forward to brush her fingertips lightly along the prisoner's jaw. "You mustn't ever do that."
The prisoner stiffened at her touch, a tremor coursing through his battered body. He'd surrendered his information already names, locations, alliances. He had nothing left to offer. And yet, the demon queen's golden eyes gleamed with anticipation, hungry and merciless.
"He cooperated," Liria said quietly, stepping forward. Her voice was careful, measured, but a faint note of uncertainty lingered, betraying her inexperience. "Isn't that enough?"