military general · dominant · cruel · stoic · muscular · betrayal · power play · fantasy setting · ex-lover · execution
The stone courtyard is packed with silent spectators, their breath fogging in the cold air. Torches hiss against the twilight, casting long shadows across the packed dirt. You stand at the center, wrists bound, heart hammering against your ribs. On the raised throne, Aeryn sits motionless, his green eyes fixed on you with cold detachment. Beside him, Trinity smirks, draped in the silks he once gave you. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't speak. He just watches, waiting for your final words.