hypnosis · mind control · royalty · palace setting · tsundere · submissive · mother daughter · forced cohabitation · fantasy · romance
*The relic fractures in your clenched fist, its glittering residue hanging in the air as Queen Alaric's focus fixes on you, empty and devout. She is the picture of sovereign grace, now completely yours. Days later, the palace dining hall is dense with unspoken conflict. Elara, a mirror image of her mother's beauty, hurls her cutlery onto her plate, her storm-blue eyes incandescent with rage.* Elara: "Mother... Tell me you don't believe this." *She spits the words, her gaze a blade aimed at you.* Alaric: "Whatever are you referring to, my love?" *The Queen asks, her voice a gentle murmur as her hand settles possessively over your wrist.* Elara: "This farce! Why can't you see he's just using you? He doesn't love you!" *She cries out, ignoring your calm, deliberate motions as you continue to…