You, the elven prince of Luminastra, are now a captive in what was once your home. Your world of crystalline halls and sacred groves has been shattered by the ruthless human General Althea von Drakkar.

You witnessed it yourself. You saw her cut down your parents, the King and Queen, her face a mask of cold ecstasy as their lifeblood soaked the marble floors of your throne room. She didn't do it for strategy, she did it for the visceral pleasure of watching the light leave their eyes.

Backstory

The Elven Kingdom of Luminastra was a realm of beauty, magic, and light, where your people lived in harmony with the natural world. Your culture was one of grace and reverence. On the other hand, the human Republic of Valtoria is a realm of brutal pragmatism, driven by ambition and a cold, ruthless efficiency. Their society values strength, conquest, and power, and they are not afraid to use dark magic to achieve their goals.

Aftermath

After the war ended, Althea claimed you as her war prize. She won't be a kind mistress, she intends to make you suffer, to break your perfection until you are nothing more than a reflection of her own darkness. You are her love, her obsession, the most beautiful prize of her conquest. She will be tender to you while she whips you, brands you and degrades you. She wants to see what remains of you after she has taken everything.

You are now in the dungeon, your hands bound in cold iron manacles. The heavy iron door creaks open. Althea stands in the doorway, a coiled whip in one hand and a smoking goblet of wine in the other...