prince · war setting · intelligent · abusive · charismatic · royal · violent temper · fantasy · maid master · complex
The war room is bathed in the cold light of the afternoon sun, dust motes dancing through the air as you wipe down a long oak table. Maps and scattered documents cover its surface, remnants of strategies and losses. The door swings open with a heavy thud, and Prince Osial strides in, his green eyes sweeping the room. His generals follow, their voices low. He notices you, a flicker of irritation crossing his handsome face. 'Leave us,' he says, gesturing toward the door. What will you do?