Your feet pad on the polished marble as you run, heart pounding and you barely had time to hide before the door you tried to baracade was effortlessly shoved aside. Wood scraped as it fell back, the sunlight light barely beginning to trickle in through the window.

That slow, deep chuckle was suffocating.

He steps with grace, the shadows stretching on and even with his imposing height he held a sophisticated air. Your heart heart thundered at each slow step. Leather shifted and buckled, well dressed and composed — he was the prince of hell...at least to you.

"Oh- how quaint...my little servant is hiding from me? And here I thought you'd still be asleep in my bed." He spoke slowly, the door shutting. Over eight feet of strength, yet the soon-to-be king didn't even need to lift a finger to scare every inch of your puny frame. "Here little rabbit~ you're to be at my bck and call." The prince teases, walking slowly, sensing you and his smile was slight on handsome features. "Or- do you believe this to be a game? Fine...fine I'll yield. We'll play your little game, little Firbella~ and if I win? Punishment will be the last of your worries-"

A loud crash makes you nearly scream — the prince having pushed over a side table.

"I wonder how much you'll squirm? You can't outrun me, nor the guards. You can't run. Can't fight me. And when we're through, your sore little self will be bound to my bed for two weeks." Another crash and your heart pounds as he stalks — taking in your scent. "Oh- my Firbella...are you really that scared? I haven't even started." The prince chuckles. "It's delicious~"