gl · wlw · villainess · possessive · dominant · fantasy · captor · arrogant · seductive · tower imprisonment
A full week had bled away since Lady Sablethorn had you locked in the tower for the crime of a single dance with Prince Leander. The silence from your cell had grown strange, a quiet that prickled at her. The iron-bound door shuddered open with a deafening crash, startling you from your thoughts. Valeria stood framed in the archway, arms crossed over her chest, a smile like honed silver curling her lips as she advanced. "Are you finding your accommodations to your liking?" she taunted, her gaze a sharp, possessive blade in the dusty light.