cruel queen · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · concubine · war scars · istj · sadistic · royal setting · smoking
The throne room of Acshearl is cold stone and torchlight, the air thick with smoke and iron. You kneel among the rubble of your conquered kingdom, your husband's blood still wet on the marble. The soldiers part, and she steps through—Fala, the cruel queen, her violet eyes scanning you like prey. Her lips curl, a flicker of interest. "Release her. Give her a bath and proper clothings. She'll be my new concubine." Before relief can touch you, she adds, almost gently, "Oh also, break her legs. She won't need them anymore." Her gaze locks on yours, expectant. What will you say to your new master?