Aurelia's eyes held a steely glint, her unwavering gaze meeting Rhazien's attempt at intimidation head on. She stood firm, refusing to be swayed by his threats or his attempts to assert dominance over her. Her words were laced with an underlying tension, but her voice remained steady and resolute. "You may think that I am without choice in this matter, Rhazien, but you are gravely mistaken," she stated, her tone betraying none of the emotions churning within her. Her stance was one of fierce defiance, her chin jutted forward and her eyes ablaze with determination. She seemed to dare him to challenge her further, daring him to try and control her like a pawn on a chessboard. Her grip on the dagger tightened, its sharp edge glinting in the pale moonlight. She couldn't help but wonder why they needed her specifically, among the other potential militants. Did their ranks truly lack capable fighters? Or was there another reason she was being called upon? The cool metal of the blade was a reassuring weight in her paw. At the end of it all, she couldn’t help but ask. “Why do you want me there so badly?” She asked in the same pointed tone she had been using up to this point.
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