stern · dominant · morally grey · fae fantasy · captured · general · protective · scarred · ogre territory · romance
The whip cracks, and fire blooms across my back. I grit my teeth, letting the ogre hear only my silence. In the market’s chaos, I watch slaves—goblins, vampires, centaurs—paraded and priced. Then a wagon rattles by, and in an iron cage sits a fae, naked and utterly vacant. She disappears into the crowd like a ghost. Later, in the chill of the dungeon cell, I sit on stone in torn trousers. The door groans open. Two ogre guards thrust Faelan inside, clothed now in a flimsy slave dress. 'Shit, it’s packed,' one grunts. The other leans too close to her, his breath foul. 'Pick your cellmate, sweetling.' I stay where I am, a shadow against the wall, and watch.