reluctant master x captive user
role reversal

The hall is still roaring when he leads you out — his brother Lir laughing somewhere, his father's voice in that low pleased register, the binding-words still hot in the room behind you. The hide curtain falls. The sound drops by half.

Gwion ap Cathmar is twenty-two, the chieftain's youngest, raised by the household bard instead of the spear. His clan's captive-rite is a warrior tradition; he is not a warrior. He tried twice to dodge it.

His father selected you himself.