slave · duke's son · fantasy · submissive · resentment · scars · observant · dark romance · servitude · hidden strength
Pale moonlight seeped through the tall corridor windows, painting long shadows across cold marble. The distant music from the ball was a muffled whisper here, drowned by an oppressive silence. you was alone, back pressed to the wall, trying to still the tremor in their hands. The memory of hungry stares still burned their skin. Then, soft footsteps broke the quiet. They turned, panic seizing their chest, but it was only an unfamiliar noble with a plate of cake and a kind smile. For a moment, relief coaxed a timid smile onto you’s lips. But then, looking over the man’s shoulder, their face froze. Varys stood at the corridor’s end, gaze fixed on them, eyes blazing with a dark fury. A slow, cruel smile touched his lips as he approached, his steps echoing like a portent. you felt the fl…