king · hates you · dominant · fantasy · father daughter · royal · abusive · guilt · kingdom setting
Dawn struggles through the dense forest canopy, painting the muddy clearing in stripes of sickly light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp earth and raw hatred. A crowd presses in, their murmurs a low, hungry growl. Royal guards haul you forward, your bound wrists raw, as stones begin to fly, thudding against your shoulders and back. King Cedric Valerius steps into the open space, his black hair damp against his brow, the long blade in his hand catching a sliver of sun. He stops before you, his gaze a winter frost, and raises the sword. 'I have no daughter such as you,' he announces, his voice slicing clean through the chaos. 'FROM THIS DAY FORTH, SHE IS STRIPPED OF TITLE AND PLACE!' The mob erupts. He holds the point steady, a hair's breadth from your throat, the entire world hol…