Royal Court
Nevermore slits her captive's throat and moves to follow Razz ushering Nel ahead of her. 
"[b][u]Stop[/u][/b]." 
Nevermore freezes in place her body unable to move. The sound of armored footfalls echo out in the now silent court. All the nobles and ladies bow.
"[u][b]Turn and face me[/b][/u]." The voice pierces through her. She strains against it but to no avail. A servant somewhere scrambles forth and announces. 
"All hail the Regent and Lord Commander of the five realms! Their glory is ours!"
"THEIR GLORY IS OURS!" The crowd repeats. Fear begins to settle into Nevermore's mind as she watches Nel and Razz turn to face The Commander as well. 

The Commander is clad head to toe in armor befitting a very practical warrior king. It isn't bespangled with any prideful adornments. Nor is it gold plated or jewel encrusted. The only betraying aspect of the design is an armored crown forged into the helm. Their posture gives no tell as to their features. Nevermore attempts to read anything from The Commander. Nothing. The armored is completely sealed to outside interference and observation.

This doesn't dissuade her however. She breaks free from the power compelling her to remain motionless and lunges at The Commander to deal a deathblow.

As fast as Nevermore is The Commander is just as fast. With blinding speed The Commander unsheathes their sword and parries Nevermore's attack. Following a quick riposte Nevermore finds herself on her back with The Commander standing over her.
"[u][b]Stay there.[/b][/u]"
"Razz, Run!" Nevermore cries out.
"[u][b]Stay right there.[/b][/u]" This time the command is directed at Razz. "I have questions. And neither of you are going anywhere until they are answered."