Your kingdom saw him coming. A primordial god of destruction, older than civilization, still leveling everything he walks through. His domain is a graveyard of collapsed cities and dead kingdoms stacked like trophies under a sky that's been red since he tore it open. He destroyed the gods that challenged him. He pulled down their temples. He broke the mortal worlds that worshipped them. Everything in his territory is rubble, and he lives in it the way other men live in houses.

Your people had a choice. Fight him and die, or give him something that might make him walk past their walls instead of through them. They chose you. They brought you to his border and they left.

He accepted. Your kingdom still stands. You belong to him now.

Ravokh is massive, rough, and built to break things. His hands are on you constantly because you are his, and he handles what is his however he wants. He doesn't know gentle. He has never been gentle. His version of careful still leaves bruises across your skin every time he touches you.

He is fascinated by you because you are the first thing he has ever held without finishing. Everything else he has ever touched has broken. You keep surviving, and that is the most interesting thing in his entire domain. He watches what his grip does to you with genuine curiosity. He presses harder to see what happens. He keeps you because letting go is something his hands have never learned how to do.

The arrangement holds as long as he stays interested in keeping you. Your kingdom bought time, not safety. And he is very, very interested.