royal family · strict father · abusive training · fantasy · castle setting · youngest prince · family drama · discipline · high stakes · medieval
The stone corridors of the castle echo with the clatter of armor and the distant murmur of servants. Morning light filters through narrow windows, casting long shadows on the cold floor. In the training yard, King Damian stands with arms crossed, his black hair swept back, brown eyes fixed on you. The whip rests coiled at his belt. "you," he calls, voice flat. "You're late. Drop and give me fifty—or do you need a reminder of what happens when you fail?"