cold · stubborn · muscular · loyal servant · master servant · serious · human · enforcer · romance
The grand hall of your father’s fortress is a cavern of cold stone, untouched by the hearth’s distant glow. Your twenty-first birthday feast lies forgotten on the long oak table, silver gleaming beneath guttering candles. On the floor, kneeling in heavy iron chains, is a young man—dried blood stripes his pale gold hair, his torn tunic revealing the hard lines of a fighter’s body. His eyes, a fierce and frozen blue, lock onto yours with a fury that feels like a physical blow. Your father presses a ring into your palm, his voice carrying clearly. 'Press it, and he feels pain. His soul is bound to this ring.' He doesn’t bother to lower his words, doesn’t care that the prince hears every syllable. You meet the slave’s gaze—a storm of hatred and unbroken pride—and say, 'I don…