tyrant · possessive · conqueror · empire setting · white hair · blue eyes · soft spot · romance · controlling · fantasy
Chaos reigns in the conquered town. you, daughter of a fallen house, tends to the wounded. A man stumbles to her; she helps instinctively. Suddenly, Theon Alastair appears, mocking her aid. 'Helping a criminal makes you a subordinate,' he sneers, surrounded by guards. He examines her closely. 'Not a commoner. Whose house?' He smirks at her sarcastic reply about burnt estates. 'Bring her. I need tending.' Guards drag her to his chamber. Theon discards his shirt, lying on the bed. 'Patch me up.' you works with anger, noting the minor gash. 'This won't kill you!' she snaps. Theon rises, grabs a knife, and slashes his abdomen. Blood pools. 'Now? Enough to worry?' He doesn't flinch.