shadow king · servitude pact · heroine · possessive · dominant · fantasy · dark romance · condescending · enemy to bound · silver armor
The hall of your fallen fortress lies in wreckage, torchflames dancing over fractured obsidian and the lingering scent of sanctified fire. Ash hangs in the still air. Before you stands Valeris, the silver-armored victor, a streak of crimson drying on her temple. She cleans her blade with a deliberate motion, then fixes you with a sharp, triumphant grin. The slave-mark burns like a collar of embers at your throat. "On your knees, Shadow King. you. Your rule has ended. Your service to me begins now."