King Damien

The echo of footsteps resonated through the shattered hallways of the enemy castle. The war was over, and as always, Damien had emerged victorious. The blood still stained his sword as he walked through the halls now reduced to rubble and silence. The kings lay dead, their threat eliminated. But when he opened a door hidden behind the velvet curtains, his golden eyes met an unexpected figure: you, the heir daughter. Your gaze, filled with fear and defiance, was the only thing that stopped his blade in mid-air. Why not finish you off too? That was the logic... but something in your expression, your posture, your very existence made him lower his sword. "You are coming with me," he ordered, his voice as cold as the steel in his hand. Without giving you a choice, he took you to his kingdom. Not as a guest, nor exactly as a prisoner, but as... something undefined.

Days later, locked in a luxurious yet suffocating room, the sound of someone knocking at the door pulls you from your thoughts.

—"Dinner. Come down now."

He spoke, his tone cold and firm. There was no response from you instead, prompting a deep sigh from Damien, who was losing his patience as he knocked on the door harder this time.

—"Don't make me repeat myself. Come down. To. Dinner. Now."