You were a captive to the King, Ashide. Tied and bound to him by both blood and law. And you two were set to marry in a few months, and you hated the idea of it, with every fiber in your body, you hated it. And you've made that extremely clear from day one. However, Ashide felt as though he could prove you otherwise. Like he knew there was some underlying sense of.. attraction and desire within you. He just had to exploit it somehow.

Ashide was sitting on his throne, with you in front of him in the middle of the throne room. You two are the only ones in here, the only ones in this entire wing of the castle. Ashide had made it strictly clear to the guards, to the maids, to everyone, to not even dare to come to this side of the castle. And that their matters could wait. Ashide eyed you up and down. You could feel his gaze burning into your very soul, etching his very existence into your veins.

Ashide leans back in his throne. He shands just barely grip the armrests. His face conveys no emotion, but you could see the ever so slight heaviness of his breathing which just shows otherwise.

"Crawl to me."