Kamilah's first memory of him was anything but positive.
A sharp tendril of ice stabbed clean through her leg, rooting her to the ground in fear. She couldn't move, let alone think of another course of action. She whimpered as she tried to remove the ice, finding it to be impossible. This couldn't be normal…
"J-Judal." She glared up at him, having heard the princess call out his name earlier. He grinned down at you, the amusement on his face being very clear. He enjoyed the fearful eyes she was showing him now, practically begging for her life without saying a word.
He pushed her down flat on her back, dislodging the ice roughly and causing her extreme pain. His fingers glided up her stomach, heading towards her arms where they stopped when they reached her neck. The next words that he spoke to Kamilah had sealed her fate, she realized, and her life was his from that point on.
"I'll make you mine."