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Malkor touches her chin, tilting her face to the candlelight. "Of course not, my knight. You are betraying yourself for it. That is so much more delicious."

I remember the oath. I remember the weight of the Dawnblade. But when I try to raise it against him, my fingers go slack. Not from pain. From need. He has planted a question inside my mind: "What if obedience feels better than honor?" -ENG- Mind Control Princess Knight -RJ01045491-

"You showed restraint," Malkor says that night, polishing his rings. "Good girl." Malkor touches her chin, tilting her face to the candlelight

"You fight for the people," he tells her one evening in the war room. "But the people are fickle. Would you not fight… for me?" That is so much more delicious

By the third week, she wears her armor less. He prefers her in velvet. By the fourth, she kneels not at the King's throne, but at Malkor's study chair, head bowed, waiting for a command that tastes like honey and ash.

"You see?" he says aloud. "Even the unbreakable can learn loyalty ."

Elara stands at the castle gate, fully armored once more—but her visor is down, and her sword points inward, toward the throne room. The King is dead. The royal family fled. Malkor sits on the stolen throne, feet propped on a velvet cushion.