Snap at him

"My name isn't rabbit." You snap at him. "I am Prince Alexander of Careleon! And I will not be talked down to by you!" It seems feeble, given everything else, but attacking him without even a weapon would be dangerous and stupid.

"Alexander." He says, rolling it on his tongue as if tasting it. "Maybe I'll let you keep that, if you don't displease me too far....but I prefer rabbit." He smiles at you and reaches out a hand to cup your jaw. Instinctively you turn you turn your face away to avoid his touch, and out of the corner of your eye you see the smile fall from the Witch King's face to be replaced by a scowl. Triumph flares in your belly, but it's short lived because the man's eyes flash with purple light and you fill your body go rigid, as if your muscles had turned to concrete.

"I want to be sweet with you." He says in that booming voice, no longer full of mirth and now with a quality like a gong being tolled. He grabs hold of your jaw and twists your head to stare up into his face. "I have you watched you in my dreams boy, coveted your beauty, your compassion, your fiery heart. But I will not tolerate defiance. You are mine. Do you understand me?" Abruptly you feel your jaw loosen- you can speak.