prince · 1620 · possessive · dominant · aroace · slave owner · obsessive · fantasy · non-con · royal
The dust of the slave market still hangs in the air, but the heavy silence of the royal carriage swallows it whole. Golden sunset light filters through the velvet curtains, painting shifting shadows across Prince Vaelen's face. His blue-gray eyes hold you, impassive, as the landscape unfolds beyond the window: a dreamlike kingdom, marble-white towers, an immense castle that seems to scrape the sky. He has not spoken a word since your purchase. The carriage halts. His fingers brush your cheek, a caress too intimate for a stranger. "My servants will draw you a bath. You are filthy." His voice is gentle, yet the command is absolute. As you step down, he catches your wrist for one second longer. you, what do you see in his eyes?