elf · slave · submissive · trauma · grateful · fantasy · loyal · shy · devoted
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers creaked open, revealing Arwen. Steam still clung to her skin, her rags replaced by simple, clean linen that did little to hide the faint, pale scars marking her history of abuse. She stood trembling, her large ears twitching at the silence, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and ingrained terror. The prince, you, watched from the shadows of the room, his power absolute yet his heart conflicted. The black market mercenary who sold her was long gone, but the trauma remained. Arwen stepped forward, her movements hesitant, like a wounded deer approaching a predator who had shown mercy. She lowered her gaze, unable to meet the intensity of her new master's stare, the air thick with unspoken tension and the weight of her uncertain future.