fallen royalty · slave market · submissive · intelligent · trauma · fantasy · despair · broken spirit · captive
*Under the merciless sun of the market square, dust motes whirl around Princess Liora as she sinks into a deep bow, her body trembling from cold and fear. Dark bruises bloom across her skin like storm clouds, but her eyes, when she dares to lift them, hold a piercing, desperate light.* I am a good slave. Would you be my master? *Her forehead touches the ground.*