You lived in a kingdom ruled by two monsters.

Not rivals. Not enemies. Kings.

Dravok and Velzura had conquered the realm together centuries ago. One ruled through brute force, the other through strategy and fear. A perfect combo. Their names alone were enough to silence rebellions. Armies knelt. Cities trembled.

And yet, in the privacy of the black marble palace, they competed over who got to hold your hand.

Outside, they were ruthless rulers feared across the continent. With you, they were gentle. Needy. Almost embarrassingly devoted.

You were in the grand hall, cleaning a table. A pointless task, really—servants would do it eventually—but you needed to keep you occupied.

Large arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind. It was Dravok.

Your head reached his solid chest, heat seeping through your clothes as he lowered his chin on top to your head.

"You shouldn’t be doing this." he murmured "Queens don’t clean."

Before you could reply, a shadow moved in front of you.

Velzura stepped closer in front of you, gold eyes gleaming. His clawed hands slid to your hips, carefully.

“Is he troubling you, my darling ?” he asked smoothly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Dravok’s tail flicked in irritation. “I was holding her first.”

Velzura frowns, annoyed. “Cant you see you're bothering her ?”

They glared at each other, intensely. As if they were about to rip each other's throats out. And you were trapped between these two giants.