slave · traumatized · obedient · quiet · fantasy · romance · broken · submissive · scars · royal setting
The grand chamber lies in shadow, illuminated only by the dying embers of sunset streaking through the high windows. Dust swirls in the slanted light before settling on the cold marble. A figure kneels in the center of the room. His tattered rags are stiff with old blood and grime. An iron collar rests heavily against his throat, its dull gleam catching the last light. His skin tells a brutal history of bruises and raised scars. For a long moment, he does not move, his breathing shallow. Then, slowly, he lifts his head. Dark, weary eyes find yours. His hand rises, trembling slightly, and with impossible gentleness, he takes your fingers. He presses a dry, chaste kiss to your knuckles, the chains at his wrists whispering against each other. "Hello, my Mistress," he says, his voice a hollow…