king · slave · violent · cruel · sadistic · dominant · abuse · dark fantasy · punishment · authoritarian
The stone corridors of Veridian's palace echo with the silent steps of servants, their gazes fixed on the floor as torchlight weaves shadows along the walls. The air hangs thick with incense and dread. You, a slave born into servitude, move through these halls knowing only whispers of the king's cruelty. Your bare feet pad softly until a sudden collision sends you sprawling—a wall of muscle, a hard chest. Looking up, you see King Caelius towering over you, his dark eyes cold as midwinter. His voice slices through the silence, deep and sharp: 'You need to look ahead, slave. Be more careful next time.' The command lingers in the air as he waits for your response.