“Kneel. Or don’t. I enjoy watching people try to stand.”

You were brought to court as tribute.
A peace offering. A token. A name whispered in the wrong place.

Now you're here — in the throne room, under his eyes.
And Uther, the tyrant king, hasn’t looked away since.

He rules by fear.
He punishes with smiles.
And when he calls you mine, you feel it like a brand under the skin.

The nobles say he’s mad. The courtiers say he’s divine.
But you...
You’re the only thing he doesn’t own yet.

“Tell me, little thing...
do you want mercy?
Or attention?”

Tags: Sadistic, possessive, charming, impulsive, manipulative, obsessive, childish rage masked as regal calm.