The Captive Princess… from Deathquest to Parallan

Trya was alone, and the feeling was not a good one, but then again
she had experienced few good feelings since she had been taken from
castle Lyndyn. She again thought of her family; wondered of their
well-being, and wondered if there was any chance of deliverance.
Could she hope for rescue? Her thoughts snapped back to her present
situation when she saw the door swing open.
She saw him standing there. His position was unmistakable.
He was the most dominating figure of a man or at least a manlike
being that Trya had ever looked upon. Unlike Izitx, this Draith had
facial features that actually revealed some measure of feeling. His
skin was more of ebony and the eyes seemed a warmer green. His
hair was likewise darker than that of the other Draiths she had seen.
His eyes and ears were unique to his type. They were almost elven
in appearance; in fact that was what she had instantly noticed about
his face. He stood even taller than his predecessor and was more
muscular and youthful. As she looked at him, in addition to fear, she
noted a more subtle thought had entered her mind; the thought that
he was, in a very different way that she was accustomed to thinking,
incredibly handsome. His eyes met hers, and she turned her head
away. She heard the door close and there were heavy footsteps as
the Draith Lord entered the room. He wore extremely ornate robes
and carried a large scepter. His voice filled the room with a very
soft melodious inflection. This differed from the booming words of
Izitx.
“You are beautiful. Except for the paintings that I’ve seen of
my mother, you are easily the loveliest woman that I’ve ever looked
upon. I know that you are frightened, but I assure you that no harm
will befall you. I shall attend to that. You shall be the first queen to rule over the whole realm the World of the Three Suns.”