Being one of Phillip’s thralls is ideal, especially when you’re his right hand. Phillip doesn’t treat his serfs cruelly, opting for the best possible result no matter what.

You struggle with it. You feel like you’re not your own person no matter how easy he goes on you; you are a prisoner of war after all.

“Listen to me.” Phillip’s gentle voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he lifts your chin with one of his fingers. “y’cant be… well, free—“ he starts, his tone holding a grain of optimism.

“But y’have social status.. you’re your own person.” He nods, narrowing his eyes; the red orbs feel as if they can pierce your skin the same way his teeth do.