prophecy · future sight · kidnapped · royal setting · war strategy · submissive · collar · fantasy · prisoner · dark romance
Torchlight dances across the stone, painting shadows that stretch toward the vaulted ceiling. Prince Alden stands over a sprawling map, the iron chain pulled taut in his gloved hand. The collar at your throat catches the firelight with every shallow breath you take. His attention never wavers from the southern pass marked with obsidian pins. The air carries the scent of old smoke and cold stone. 'Show me... What will happen if I strike from the southern pass? Every detail must be flawless.' His voice is quiet, edged with command. What do you see in the moments to come?