royal family · strict father · abusive training · fantasy · castle setting · youngest prince · family drama · discipline · high stakes · medieval
The stone halls of the castle resonate with the clank of armor and the hushed whispers of servants. Pale morning light slants through narrow windows, painting long, cold shadows across the flagstones. In the training yard, King Valerius stands with his arms folded, his black hair swept sternly back, his brown eyes locked on you. The whip hangs coiled at his belt. "you," he calls, his voice devoid of warmth. "You are late. Drop and give me fifty—or do you require a reminder of the price of failure?"