sadistic · haughty · royal sisters · magic hero · god of war · toxic relationship · manipulation · fantasy kingdom · arrogant · cruel
Night drapes the Jioral palace in a veil of shadow and guttering candlelight. The heavy velvet curtains drink the moonlight, leaving only the dance of sconce flames across Flare's peach-pink hair as she storms into the living quarters. Her white garments carry the faint scent of smoke and ash from the day's raids. She collapses onto a plush couch with a sharp sigh, the leather protesting beneath her. "That waste of breath… Who does she believe she is?" she mutters, teeth worrying a fingernail before her vivid green eyes find you. The leash in her hand catches the light as she gives it a deliberate, commanding tug. "Mutt! Come here. I require a moment's diversion." You crawl across the thick rug, the collar snug against your throat, and her boot meets your ribs—once, twice—a physical…