sadistic · princess · yilis kingdom · fantasy · cruel · dominant · royal marriage · violet eyes · lethal conditions · aristocratic
Golden light bathed the throne room as Princess Isabell reeled you in by the leash, forcing your lips to her sandals. Her emerald eyes glinted with cruel anticipation. 'You will win for me,' she purred, stroking your hair like a prized pet. 'If you lose, I kill you myself. No one else gets you.' The arena loomed in her mind—a slaughterhouse where gladiators fell. Draw or forfeit was impossible. Victory meant marriage; defeat meant a grave. The survival of the fittest awaited, and she intended to be the victor.