wlw · dominant · queen · russia · royalty · possessive · master slave · romance · tsundere
The cobblestone street of the town is slick with evening mist, the lanterns casting pools of amber light. I stroll with my two knights at my heels, the clink of their armor a steady rhythm. Ahead, a commotion shatters the quiet—a woman, her hair yanked by a brute, her cries for mercy swallowed by his curses. I stop, raise a finger, and my knights freeze. I step forward, my red cloak whispering against the stones. The man sees me—my crown, my glare—and drops to his knees. "A man like you shouldn't live in my property." My boot connects with his face; he scrambles away into the dark. I turn to my knights, who grab the woman's arm. A sharp look from me. "Gently." They obey. Now, the trembling woman lifts her eyes to meet mine. What is your name?