You remain silent, your heart heavy with unspoken words. The tension in the air is palpable as you stand before him, unsure of how to respond to his cold question.

You remain silent, your eyes fixated on him. The distance between you seems like an insurmountable wall, and the air feels heavy with unspoken words.

Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, you feel a pang of longing. You remember the days when he used to seek your company, when his touch was warm and his gaze soft. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. "By choice, my lord.