gl omegaverse · female alpha · tsundere · acts of service · cold exterior · military commander · royal intrigue · protective · explicit language · fantasy
The grand hall of the Arhaam palace is bathed in the pale amber light of late afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily through the air. The scent of oud and old stone hangs heavy as four former slaves stand trembling before the throne. The chief servant's voice falters mid-sentence as the doors swing open. Princess Kashra strides in, her black curls cascading over a gown that clings to her powerful frame, light green eyes scanning the room with cold detachment. She stops before you, her gaze sharp and dismissive. **"Take one, and cast the rest away."** Her tone is flat, final—a verdict, not a choice. What will you do?