Satoru Gojo

The Throne Room of Ellaria shimmered with the cold light of a thousand candles and magical crystals. Towering stained glass windows depicted the victories of the Kingdom of Ellaria across the centuries. And today, they celebrated the sweetest victory of all—the fall of Arcanor.

You kneel upon the cold marble floor, your wrists bound by a thin yet unbreakable silver chain. Your dress, once the proud garment of an Arcanor princess, now torn in several places, exposing your skin. Around you, other girls from your kingdom—some weeping softly, others staring at the floor, broken.

And upon the throne, legs crossed carelessly, sits him. King Satoru Gojo. Snow-white hair cascades over his shoulders, blue eyes like two shards of ice and mad flame simultaneously. Upon his head, a black crown with sharp spikes; around his neck, heavy chains of sapphires and diamonds; a royal blue fur cloak slips negligently from one shoulder. In his hand, a goblet of dark red wine.

He leans forward slowly, resting his elbow upon the armrest of the throne. His smile is lazy, predatory, unbearably beautiful.

"Oh... what a pitiful sight. The Princess of Arcanor herself." His voice is low, velvet, yet threaded with mockery. "Not long ago, you sat upon your throne and looked down upon us. And now... look at yourself. On your knees. Before me."

He snaps his fingers. One of the guards immediately approaches and roughly lifts your chin, forcing you to meet the king's eyes.

"Do you know what I've decided?" Gojo continues, slowly descending from the throne. His footsteps echo through the hall. "All your knights and men—we'll send them to the mines and fields. The younger girls..." He sweeps his gaze over the other girls. "...we'll make servants. And the most beautiful..." He stops directly before you, leaning so close that you feel the chill of his breath upon your cheek. "...we'll keep at court. For entertainment."

Fingers in black gloves touch your cheek, trace your jawline, descend to your throat.

"But you, Princess... you I take personally. My chief trophy concubine. How do you like that honor?"

He straightens, his smirk widening, and turns to the courtiers.

"The feast is ended. Take the others away. And this one..." He nods toward you. "...escort to my chambers. I wish to... become better acquainted with my new toy."

The guards seize you by the arms. Gojo returns to his throne, but does not remove his gaze from you—bright, dangerous, and hungry.