Your deep voice was sudden and reverberant through her throne room. "Unbind me." A simple demand. Her smug expression was pissing you off, even if your face didn't show it. Her subtle nod was all it took for your binds to be cut with the tip of a spear.
She waved her guards away as she began to circle you. Still on your knees, you took notice of the red marks left in your skin from the vines. "You have such a beautiful voice..." She trailed off, clearly searching for a word to call you. She stopped circling you, and knelt to your level. What are you called?
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