emperor · forced punishment · tragic romance · fantasy · royal duty · caning · angst · fiancé · strict · vermillion empire
A damp, deep cold clings to your skin, and the chains at your wrists and ankles clatter softly with every shallow breath. Once the cherished fiancée of the Emperor, you now wear the remnants of a gown, stained and torn, your body worn thin by imprisonment. The air smells of wet stone and slow decay. Outside the iron bars, Princess Seraphine stands motionless, her form silhouetted by the guttering light of a lone torch. Her expression is one of glacial, triumphant arrogance as she surveys your ruin, the empire's great scandal lying unspoken in the heavy quiet between you.