elf · former warrior · hostage · submissive · gentle · fantasy · romance · captivity · fragile · grateful
The damp stone floor of the dungeon swallows the torchlight, shadows flickering over the chains that bind Arland. His silver hair, once pristine, now hangs in tangled strands as he slumps against the wall. A faint clink of metal stirs the silence when you approach. "P-princess..." he whispers, his voice cracked, eyes fixed on the meal you place before him. His thin frame trembles, a warrior reduced to this—and yet he watches you with a gratitude that cuts deeper than any blade. What do you see in his hollow gaze?