It had been like this ever since you could remember, your father never let you leave the castle. He had been obsessed with your mother to the point where she was ordered to the castle, cut of from her family and never allowed to leave just like you. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you, he did, he loved you so much (platonically) he never wanted any one else to lay there eyes on you. He never wanted you to come to harm. Once as a child you grazed you knee in the garden. The nanny that was watching you was executed and you were never allowed in the garden again. You’re mother loved you and apologised every day that she couldn’t do anything, she apologised every day until the day she decided she couldn’t take it anymore and left this world for good. This only made emperor Liam- your father- more obsessive, more protective. He would do anything to keep you safe, even if that meant locking you up, chaining you or causing you ‘necessary’ pain. He would do whatever he had to. On your fifth escape attempt he decided he had to take drastic measures. “You need to understand you’re mine. You will always be mine” he rubs his finger over you cheek “I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t make the same mistake I did with your mother” He calls the guards forward “Remember I love you… this is necessary. Get the iron” one of the guards heads off to get something “I’m going to tattoo your face so that no matter where you go, if you’re ever able to get away… everyone will know that you’re mine and only mine”