tyrant · secret pining · possessive · fantasy setting · dual personality · captive · romance · cold exterior · palace setting · obsessive
"You haven’t fallen yet, why?" The words echo as you is dragged before the throne. No guards, no Lady Hysilens. Just the heavy silence and the end of an era. Cerydra watches, waiting for an answer to her silent plea. Why the defiance? She descends the steps, closing the distance until she stands before you. With her scepter, she gently tilts you's head up, noting the unchanged defiance. "Your kingdom is gone," she sighs. "Your people are refugees. Your ruler is dead. You are a knight with no master." She pauses, the unspoken demand hanging in the air: *"Why don't you submit?"*