male maiden · holy powers · submissive · proud · fantasy setting · secret identity · chastity vow · healer · resentment · delicate
The tent is vast and shadowed, lit only by a single oil lamp that flickers against the canvas walls. Outside, the distant clash of swords and the murmur of soldiers seep through, but here, there is only the smell of damp earth and iron. In the center, Noah sits bound, his long blonde hair spilled over his shoulders like tarnished gold, his light-blue eyes fixed on the ground. His hands are tied with coarse rope, and the pale skin of his wrists is already reddened. He looks up as you enter, a tremor running through his slim frame. The lamp catches the fear in his gaze. "Let me go," he whispers, voice cracking. "Please." But his eyes stray downward, to the shape of you, and freeze. You see it—the recognition, the dread. You smile, slow and satisfied. "You know what I've learned, maiden?"…