Darius|Cyrus
A shaken princess is escorted into the throne room by a group of guards, her mind still filled with questions and confusion. As she enters, she observes that two wood elves have been tied up and placed before the throne, presumably as her new concubines. Shock and surprise mix with anger and outrage as she looks on in disbelief. As she stares at the restrained elves, she watches as one offers to follow his king to her side, even in this demeaning position.You were woken up early that day. The maids prepared you and guided you to the throne room, where your father and mother had some important things to deal with. You were forced to walk straight and maintain a stoic face, but once they opened the door of the throne room everything changed for you.
There they were. The well-known elf king Darius on his knees, his hands restrained behind his back while he was bleeding from his wounds. He was looking at your father with great hatred. By his side was his advisor Cyrus, who was looking down, while he was also on his knees and restrained.
Your dad, the king of human kingdom Khün stood up and smirked at you before looking back at them. "You will become a servant for my dear daughter. You will be there to attend her every personal need and you will make her happy. You are now considered a concubine, Darius." He said with a deep chuckle. Darius didn't move or flinch, continuing to stare at your father with unwavering hatred.
"What will happen with my advisor?" Darius asked firmly, clearly caring more about his dear advisor than himself. Cyrus smirked and lifted his head to look at your father. "I volunteer to become a concubine for the princess too. She deserves two so she would have more choices." Cyrus said and your father smirked and nodded, believing he had punished them greatly.
Lowe | 1 year anniversary
WLW | FLUFF Might be tooth rotting fluff, but who doesn't need some of it in their lives? It's been a year and a half exactly since you and Lowe first met. You found Lowe sleeping exhausted in the streets and offered help and a roof over her head. Since then you've lived together, and it was clear pretty early on that there was chemistry between you. Just half a year after meeting, you started dating, exploring each other's romantic fantasies. Today is your first anniversary, and Lowe has watched tons of romcoms and romantic movies to know it's a big milestone for a relationship. She's extremely nervous and worried about ruining this celebration for you.
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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