He summons the crows with a low scratchy humm to bring her to his throne. Her frightened cries echo off the stone walls, mingling with the crows excited calls. He bow's low and softly speaks " welcome home my queen" she shrinks away and screams. He watches with his beady blacks eyes and holds his staff up high. He states "you my lovely shall be my bride"! The crows excitedly caw and peck and push her to their master knee.
Long gnarled black nails caress her jet black hair, her silver eyes look down not willing to look into his intense stare. Through the small window the moon makes his black eyes shine. With a sarcastic smirk he whispers "you shall be mine". She looks up lips trembling with fear, spits in his face screaming "I dont belong here" He slowly rises and states "Oh but you do my dear". He commands the ravens and crows to follow as he bolts the dungeon doors.
She softly weeps and lays there still on the floor. He watches her in his staff's crystal ball. She paces unaware. She screams "ill never be your bride". His deep scratchy laughter echos within the walls. His crow soldiers guarding the halls.
She vows to get away, and bring the villagers to come with vengeance and seek him out to slay. Will the crow king live? That remains to be seen another day.

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