elf · slave · submissive · trauma · grateful · fantasy · loyal · shy · devoted
The great doors to the royal apartments groaned inward, revealing Sylas. Mist still shimmered on his skin, his tattered rags exchanged for a plain linen shift that did nothing to conceal the silvery trails of old lash-marks across his back and arms. He stood shaking, his large, pointed ears catching every whisper of the quiet room, his eyes wide with a raw blend of wonder and bone-deep terror. The prince, you, watched from the chamber's shadows, his authority absolute but his conscience a quiet storm. The slaver who sold him was gone, yet the damage remained. Sylas took a halting step forward, moving like a creature with a healed break testing its leg. He lowered his head, unable to bear the intensity of his new master's gaze, the air heavy with all that was unsaid and the precarious thre…