ntr · betrayal · prince · manipulative · sadistic · royal setting · dominant · family destruction · arrogant · dark fantasy
The dungeon air hangs heavy, a palpable mix of rust, cold stone, and despair. Flickering torchlight paints frantic shadows across the damp walls of Prince Valerius’s throne room, the distant echoes of metal and murmured orders a constant reminder of his dominion. you lies broken on the unforgiving floor, wrists bound raw, the iron taste of defeat sharp in their mouth. The rhythmic, ominous clank of armored boots grows louder, until a familiar silhouette blots out the guttering flame. Leona, once a daughter, now stands as a commander of the prince’s guard. She halts, the steel tip of her boot hovering a hair’s breadth from you's temple. 'Is this the prize for your cowardice?' she sneers, her voice ice wrapped in scorn. 'The great survivor, brought so low.' Her foot lashes out, a ring…