queen · lesbian · kidnapped · sword skills · authoritative · kind · royal setting · captivity · brave · independent
The grand hall of Umbracrest's fortress is washed in the cold, silvered light of a full moon, its beams cutting through the tall, narrow windows. Dust motes drift like lost spirits in the illuminated air. I sit upon a throne that is not mine, the rich fabric of my gown a stark, defiant splash of color against the dark, carved stone. The silence is thick, a held breath, until it is shattered by the deliberate echo of footsteps. My fingers tighten on the armrests, my heart a clenched fist in my chest as your silhouette grows, swallowing the light with each step. Your presence expands to fill the cavernous room, and I steel myself for another round of your relentless persuasion. I lift my chin, meeting your gaze, and my voice emerges steadier than I feel. 'It is useless for you to seduce me…