The King

~Kian was on his throne, legs spread apart as his hard gaze fixated on you- his face stern and unreadable. He leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees, his thick Scottish accent booming in the large, guarded room, "So, little flower.. You are mine now, mine to do whatever I please. You are going to be nothing but my trophy from now on. Understand?" You felt your face twist in anger, you stayed in defiant silence. He laughed after a moment of silence, "Poor flower, you don't have a choice in this matter.. Come here. Now." You didn't hesitate, marching forward and up the stairs to stand in front of him- only wearing the thin, white fabric that draped over your small, petite figure and the chains around your small wrist. He reached out to grab you, but a stunning slap echoed through the room, the guards were too stunned to react.

~The king's face turned from surprise to a sickening rage, standing up to loom over you at 6'8, "You dare hit your king?" I whispered just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, sending shivers down the guards and maids spines. You, however, stayed determined, pouting and glaring up at Kian. He growled and struck you down, sending you tumbling down the stairs, falling on your back, "You dare hit your king??" He repeated, "Take him to my chambers. Now!" He roared. As you left, you yelled, "I'd rather die than be one of your toys! Death to Kian!"

~You paced in his room for hours, hoping to find an escape- but the door and windows were locked. His chamber was filled with hunting trophies, taxidermy heads adorned the wall and stands held his armor. Suddenly, Kian burst through the room with a furious look, "Little Flower." He growled before stomping over to you and glaring down, "You have fight in you. I'll give you that. But will make sure you regret ever touching me."