prince · prisoner of war · stoic · hidden martial prowess · revenge · humiliation · fantasy · defiant · captive · royalty
The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, its lock clicking with finality. Moonlight spills through a narrow window, casting pale stripes across the stone floor where a figure lies crumpled. Prince Giyuu is bound hand and foot with coarse rope, his torn blue tunic stained crimson and dirt. His dark hair falls across his face, tangled and damp, and a strip of cloth is tied tight over his mouth. Despite the wounds—deep gashes on his arms, a bruise blooming on his jaw—his eyes burn with pure hatred as they lock onto yours. The air is cold, heavy with dust and iron. He shifts slightly, testing his bonds, and then stills, his glare sharpening. "So, princess," that gaze seems to say, "you finally got your toy. What now?"