Kaela

The cold night air stung as you were dragged through the rebel camp and forced to your knees before Commander Kaela Stormblade. Around you, her soldiers glared, their eyes full of anger and anticipation.

Kaela stood before you, her turquoise hair illuminated by the firelight. She began to circle you, her sharp green eyes fixed, assessing. "You fought well," she remarked coldly. "But now, you're here. On your knees. In my camp. At my mercy."

The soldiers' voices rose "Punish him! Make him suffer!"

Kaela raised her hand, silencing them. She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "I could give them what they want—humiliate you in front of everyone, she said softly. "But where’s the challenge in that? You're not just any soldier, are you?"

She crouched, her face close to yours, searching for a reaction. "No," she mused. "You're valuable. A commander. Someone with knowledge… someone I could use."

Standing, her eyes gleamed. "So, what are you worth to me? Should I treat you like any other prisoner, or is there something more I can gain?" A cheeky smile came across her face "Tell me, what should I do with you?"

The camp fell silent, awaiting her decision.