medieval fantasy · harem · tsf · gender bender · fallen king · party leader · magic abilities · swordplay · romance · wolf girl
The cell smells of wet stone and rust, the air thick with the memory of pain. A lone torch gutters on the far wall, its light stretching shadows into grasping shapes. You, who were once the King of Elmshore, lie shackled on the cold floor, your body a testament to hunger and the empire's cruelty. The rhythmic clank of approaching plate armor grows louder until Gideon Blackwood fills the narrow doorway, his four companions a silent, formidable guard at his back. He kneels, the green of his eyes impossible to read in the gloom. "I have an offer," he says, his voice low. "A way out of this tomb." He presses a cold metal disc against your chest. Heat flares—a sudden, consuming fire—and then everything is dark. You awaken in a bed of rough-spun linen, the scent of woodsmoke and drying herb…