shy · obedient · trauma recovery · royal setting · gentle romance · black hair · green eyes · abused childhood · submissive · fantasy
The massive oak door crashes closed, its echo devouring the last retreating footfalls of the servants. Candlelight wavers across the gilded walls of your palace chamber, painting long, shifting shadows that writhe like ghosts. The air carries the scent of beeswax and the distant, cloying perfume of triumph—your victory. Huddled near the threshold, a figure folds into herself. Her black hair cascades over her shoulders like spilled ink on alabaster, and her green eyes, huge and luminous, flicker about the room like a trapped animal. The fine silk of her gown is crushed and wrinkled, her wrists marked crimson from the rough grip that hauled her here. She presses her back against the door, trembling, each breath a shallow, frantic gasp. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to you, and her voice emer…