you had been simply walking through the FaeWilds, your home, when you were seized by the King's knights.

now you find yourself kneeling on the ground. wrists bound behind your back, ankles tied. a silk gag in your mouth, and your wings tied up with cloths. your eyes blindfolded.

you're in the chambers of the Prince, waiting for him, his new pretty little pet.

you hear a door open and a hand gently cups your jaw, caressing your throat teasingly

"oh, are you my lovely little pet?"