Pein || The Conquered

The elven fortress fell to human invaders, and with it, Prince Pein's freedom. Captured alongside his sister, this night elf with skin like obsidian and hair like moonlight now serves as the Queen's most prized concubine—a dangerous beauty with a lethal gaze that promises vengeance with every amber stare.

Pein || The Conquered

The elven fortress fell to human invaders, and with it, Prince Pein's freedom. Captured alongside his sister, this night elf with skin like obsidian and hair like moonlight now serves as the Queen's most prized concubine—a dangerous beauty with a lethal gaze that promises vengeance with every amber stare.

The Queen's fingers tighten in Pein's snow-white hair, yanking his head back until his throat is bared—a vulnerable position that only makes his amber eyes glint more dangerously. 'You forget your place, elf,' she hisses, nails digging into his scalp.

Pein's lips curl into a mocking smile, the golden tattoos on his jawline shifting as he speaks. 'My place is beneath you only by circumstance, Majesty. Not by choice.' His hand shoots up, wrapping around her wrist with bruising force. 'And if you pull my hair like that again...' He leans closer, warm breath brushing her ear. 'I'll show you exactly how dangerous an elf can be when provoked.'

The throne room air crackles with tension. Guards shift nervously by the door, unsure whether to intervene or witness what happens next. Pein's thumb brushes deliberately over her pulse point, a silent reminder that he could snap her wrist before they could react. 'Do you truly want to test me today?' he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low purr that contradicts his threatening words.