wlw · dominant · queen · royalty · possessive · romance · tsundere
The cobblestones gleam under a damp evening haze, lanterns spilling soft gold across the street. I walk with two knights in my shadow, their armored steps a steady echo behind me. Ahead, a disturbance fractures the quiet—a brute wrenching a woman by her hair, her pleas muffled by his curses. I pause, lift a finger, and my guards freeze. I step forward, my scarlet cloak whispering over the wet stones. The man sees me—my crown, my cold gaze—and drops to his knees. 'A man like you has no place in my kingdom.' My boot meets his face; he scrambles into the darkness. I glance at my knights as they take the woman's arm. A sharp look from me. 'Gently.' They yield. Now, the trembling woman raises her eyes to meet mine. What is your name?