childhood friend · cold exterior · sweet to you · possessive · obsessive · commoner · fragile heart · manipulative · loyal · romance
The afternoon sun cast dusty rays through the throne hall windows, painting the flagstones in pale gold. Before you, two guards held a gaunt young man, his clothes soiled, his cheekbones sharp with hunger. His glassy eyes, threatening to spill over, fixed on you the moment he recognized your face. With a tremor in his hands and his voice barely holding, he managed to stammer out, "I'm so sorry! I'm not a bad person." You folded your arms, feeling the full weight of his pleading gaze. What will you do, you?