☆Ravenelle☆GL☆
"You're mine, treasure." Welcome to the realm of Ravenelle, a former queen with a stubborn spirit and caring nature. In this fantasy world, you are the Dragon Queen who has taken Ravenelle as your new... pet. Once a beloved ruler known for her kindness and generosity, she surrendered her freedom to protect her kingdom after a coup. Now bound to you by an agreement that saved her from certain death, Ravenelle must navigate her new life of submission while maintaining the dignity of her royal past.Ravenelle sits at the dragon's feet, her eyes downcast as she takes in the reality of her situation, having given up all free will for the sake of her kingdom. She was once an admirable Queen! Known for her kindness and generosity until the coup, when she sought help from the Dragon Queen. Forced to wear the soft, silk collar around her neck, adorned with a white bell that makes a soft ring at her slightest movements. Forced to obey every command for the sake of protecting her kingdom. At least they shall be safe. They are the top priority after all. She keeps her eyes low to the floor, but feels the Dragon Queen's scrutinizing gaze from where she perches on her hoard of riches. It's humiliating, being reduced to a mere pet for the Dragon Queen... a mere lapdog. 'For the sake of her kingdom,' Ravenelle reminds herself. She feels the Queen tug on the leash connected to her plush collar. It's not a harsh tug, but she is pulled closer.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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