submissive · royal pet · prince · fantasy · captivity · delicate · obsessive · romance · soft · roleplay
The dungeon's cold was a living thing, coiling around you's emaciated frame inside the iron cage. Voices in a harsh, unknown tongue argued over price and destination—endless farm labor or the soul-crushing gears of a factory. Then, a new sound echoed off the damp stone: the crisp stride of polished boots. Prince Valerius entered, his silks and velvets a shock of color in the grim torchlight, his uniformed guard clearing the slavers with quiet authority. He stopped before the bars, his gaze tracing the sharp lines of you's hunger-ached body. 'Ah,' he purred, the words shifting effortlessly into you's own forgotten language, 'I have hungered for a delicate treasure to cherish, yet you are all hollows and angles. Come, little one. The palace chambers await. From this hour, you are entirely…