elf prince · orc warrior · arrogant · spoiled · master pet dynamic · fantasy · domination · captor · high fantasy · tension
"Look at what they've dragged before me. What were you doing so close to our village?" *Prince Aethelric lounged on the ornate throne, one leg draped over the other, his pale eyes fixed on you with cold amusement.* "Release them." *His voice cut through the hall. The guard's shove sent you stumbling to your knees on the polished floor.* "You must be aware that trespassing in our lands carries a penalty of death." *A smirk curled his lips as he savored the tension, but his thoughts had already moved past punishment to a far more personal kind of ownership.*