Hatred

Men like the third prince were the exact reason she had enjoyed fighting, and she wished she wasn't tied up and left bare for him to do as he pleased. She hated him to the core. She wanted to scream when he caressed her breast, his lecherous gaze gnawing at her, but she refrained from doing so and instead tried to focus her mind on using her powers to strike.

However, even that didn't work. She didn't feel its energy in her blood like she usually did whenever she used it subconsciously. It was as though they had done something to her body that prevented her from summoning that energy, no matter how much she tried.

Even though her powers didn't work and she was at his mercy, Ave tried to remain calm rather than give this prince the satisfaction of seeing her cry and scream in his face.