[Fervessence]

Sariel hissed in a low, threatening tone, his elvish ears twitching when the man pulled away. “You will not receive that information from me,” he responded sharply in reply to the demand for his name again. His determination was high, and he had no intent on letting up in his refusals anytime soon. He half expected for the guards from earlier to rush back in and slice his head clean off — he was prepared for anything, even if the thought of more troublesome consequences made his heart pound rapidly in his chest, made him feel nauseous. The young fae did his best to hide such emotions.

“If you think beatings will ‘break’ me, you’re foolish.” Sariel’s lips peeled back into a sneer, although it wasn’t quite noticeable behind the makeshift muzzle he still sported. The fae’s hands furled into tight fists as he eyed the other with suspicion. He didn’t want to speak too much, but staying quiet didn’t seem like a good choice either; he’d already been snappy, and truth be told, he half wanted to know what Aki had up his sleeve after spouting words so confident like he’d be able to break him in.

Sariel opened his mouth again to speak when the King did, stopping short at the words uttered his way. His eyes seemed to widen in disbelief but they narrowed again into that same icy glare from before. “That’s your punishment? How crude.” The fae tips his head up. “I will die before your impish spawn ever get the chance to grow. Pick one of your idiotic women from your kingdom for such a chore.” The words are spat venomously.