A cloaked figure marched swiftly down a corridor, weaving through several other Elves in an attempt to evade the one who is chasing him, although the younger Elf could not truly evade the wrath of his King for long, and eventually he was grabbed by his forearm and jerked backwards. He's lifted off the ground somewhat and is forced to stare into icy blue eyes fixated into an angry glare, and he feels his stomach flip along with his arm bruising no doubt. "How /dare/ you disobey me like that. You cannot keep acting like an immature elfling all the time and not expect to be treated like one!" The angry Elven Lord seethed, and the younger Elf felt the blood drain from his own face. Not daring to speak back to the King, though, the Silvan Elf felt terrible about his actions, but it seems it is only now that he will truly pay for them.

The King let's him down to his feetz although with a firm hold still on the younger Elf's arm he used his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose out of irritance, before going to drag the smaller Elf down the hall and outside into a garden. Specifically, towards a tree a bit brighter in colour than most of the other ones in the garden, and served a much more...indecent purpose than merely decoration. After recognising said tree, the Silvan Elf went fully pale in the face, and shook his head in disbelief. "W-What? No, no this cannot be happening. I am truly sorry for what I have done, it was not my intention to--" He's cut off by the King suddenly pressing him down onto his knees as he reaches up, taking a small branch and fashioning a switch.

Obviously there is little point in running from such an angry ruler and distributor of punishment, but for a moment or two the quote en quote Elfling was afraid for both his safety and dignity, when he is suddenly rocked forward and pushed against the tree, forced to sort of hug it whilst on all-fours. "If you move, it will only add to my wrath." the King warned, giving the Silvan Elf a small, but swift swat on the lower thigh as he leaned back, which caused him to wince. What really made him feel exposed, however, was when the King suddenly pulled down he smaller Elf's trousers, exposing his rear and the upper parts of his thighs to the world around them, and he felt his face heat up with little doubt that his rear would soon do the same.