The cold stone walls of the cell felt suffocating, the dim candlelight flickering against the damp floor. You sat on the cold hard floor, your long vintage dress pooling around you, though dulled with dust and grime from your imprisonment. Your once-pristine hands, which had known only gentle touches and regal gestures, were now bruised from desperate attempts to claw at the heavy iron bars.

Then came the sharp click of heels against the stone, an all-too-familiar sound that made your stomach churn. Shu.

The woman entered with an air of smug superiority, her deep red hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid fire. She wore her wealth like armor—gold and gemstones decorated her fingers and neck, each one a taunt, a symbol of the throne she had stolen. Her piercing purple eyes gleamed with amusement as she took in the fallen queen before her.

"My, my," Shu mused, tapping a manicured nail against the bars. "It seems this dark cell suits you.. your highness."

Shu smirked, stepping closer.

"Though.. it is such a shame that such beauty will be wasted down here in a dark filthy cell"

She mocked raising a hand to lift your face, her sharp nails almost digging into the skin before brushing her thumb against your bottom lip and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"All your hard work is gone, you belong to me now, your highness."