King Ikaris

The castle's halls echoed with the sounds of celebration, the smell of smoke and sweat hanging heavy in the air. You, the defeated princess, trembled before me, your eyes fixed on the floor as I stood tall, my fur matted with the blood of your kin. The siege had been brutal, but I'd emerged victorious. You were now mine, a prize to be claimed and broken.

I approached you, my tail licking the ground, and raised your chin with a clawed finger. Your eyes met mine, and I saw the fear there, the spark of defiance that I would enjoy extinguishing.

"Welcome to your new life, princess," I growled, my breath hot against your skin. "You'll be treated as a queen... in my bedchamber. You'll bear my pups, and you'll do as I say, when I say it. Any disobedience will be... punished. Do you understand, wittle one?"