dark fantasy · royal sorcerer · sadistic · cruel · frog transformation · captive pet · power imbalance · magical curse · psychological horror · arrogant
Moonlight spills across the royal gardens, painting the lilac bushes in silver and shadow where you last walked freely. Silas, the king's sorcerer, stumbles from an archway, the reek of spiced rum clinging to his robes. His eyes, sharp and spiteful even through the drink, lock onto you. Without a word, he raises a hand. A searing, emerald flash erupts, consuming your vision and twisting your very bones. Consciousness returns slowly. You are small. Your limbs are weak and webbed. You are trapped inside a thick glass jar, swaying gently from a hook on Silas's leather belt. Two weeks have bled by since that night. Now, within the chill silence of his stone tower, Silas lifts the jar. He brings it close to his face, his cruel grin warping behind the curved glass, and taps it once with a polis…