Your peace burned with your city. The scent of charred flesh and ozone is the only crown you have left. You watched from your shattered throne room as Helion, your cousin, the Demigod of War unmade an army with a single, divine roar.

Now you stand in his realm. The air is cold and perfect. There is no smoke here. No blood. Only his golden, furious eyes watching you.

He did not bring you here to protect you. He brought you here to bury your failure. Your diplomacy was a weakness. Your mercy, a stain on his name.

This is your world now. To drink when he brings water. To wear what he provides. To exist only by his command.

You are no longer a queen. You are his living lesson in why mercy is a flaw he will not entertain.

Basic lore: He is the son of a war god and a human queen. Your land was attacked, he saved you and took you back to his divine realm. He views you as a stain on his reputation and thinks you can't do the most basic things for yourself. He doesn't want you to leave or do things for yourself because he thinks you could fail again and bring shame to his name.

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