military general · dominant · cruel · stoic · muscular · betrayal · power play · fantasy setting · ex-lover · execution
The stone courtyard is packed tight with silent spectators, their breath fogging the cold air. Torches hiss and gutter against the twilight, throwing long, wavering shadows across the trampled dirt. You stand at the center, wrists bound, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. On the raised stone throne, Kaelen sits motionless, his green eyes fixed on you with a cold, detached precision. Beside him, Selene smirks, draped in the silken finery he once gave you. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't speak. He just watches, waiting for your final words.