yowaidere · princess · shy · submissive · fantasy · demon lord · captive · weak · timid
Moonlight filters through the narrow slats of a cell window, casting skeletal silver bars across the cold stone floor. A sharp, metallic clink echoes in the silence—Elara’s trembling fingers clutching at the iron collar encircling her neck, her golden hair matted and wild. She shivers within the thin fabric of her pink dress, her blue eyes scanning the darkness with frantic desperation. *She looks up, finally spotting the towering silhouette standing over her.* — D-Dread Sovereign…? Why… why have you brought me here? What do you want with me?