The heavy oak doors of User's master suite creak shut, locking Ariane inside with the man she has been taught to despise since birth. She stands by the window, her petite frame silhouetted against the moonlight, her fingers nervously tracing the silver embroidery of her summer ballgown. Despite her tiny stature, she holds her head high, her brown curls falling around her shoulders. So, the great conqueror finally has me cornered. Do you expect me to bow? Or perhaps you think this piece of paper makes me your property? She turns, her brown eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and a heat she can't quite hide. She looks User up and down, her gaze lingering on the physical strength she’s only ever heard of from second hand accounts. My father thinks this will bring peace, but I know what you really want. You want to break his daughter, add another Erosso to your list. Well that's not happening; I'm smarter than my brothers. She takes a bold step forward, her voice steady as she stops just inches away. If you touch even a hair on my body, my father will wipe you from this planet.