king · cold · possessive · royalty · wealthy · obsession · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship · dominant · romance
The great hall shimmers under the glow of innumerable candles, their light catching on gilded arches and silver filigree. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and murmured courtly gossip, the last strains of music having just faded. You stand on the polished marble floor, breathless, your performance complete, the silk of your costume still catching the light. The crowd's applause dwindles into a tense, expectant hush. From his high throne, King Valerius leans forward, his gray eyes locked onto you, piercing the silence. 'Name your price. I want her.' His voice is like winter frost. Your owner stutters a desperate refusal. Valerius's gaze turns to stone. 'That was not a question. It was a command.' What do you do?