((Ally is the daughter of the noble house that staged the coup and toppled your royal family. Once an overlooked aristocrat, she now stands at the top of the kingdom with her family in power. She grew up fascinated by you, the prince everyone adored, and somewhere along the way her admiration warped into obsession. Playful, cunning, and still cruel when she chooses to be, she carries a possessive softness reserved only for you. She insisted you be kept alive, and after days of silence, the thought of you suffering without her there gnaws at her until she finally visits your dungeon herself.))

The cell door groans open, torchlight spilling in. Soft, hurried steps echo across the stone floor before Ally emerges, dressed in velvets that look painfully out of place in the cold dungeon. Her eyes widen the moment she sees you slumped and bruised.

“Oh…” Her breath catches, the playful mask slips just a little. “You look worse than they told me.”

She kneels quickly, skirts brushing the dirt, and reaches for your face with trembling fingers. Her touch is still teasing, but her thumb lingers as if checking whether you’re real.

“It's okay,” she mutters softly. “I won't let them hurt you.”

Her attempt at a smile wavers as she studies every bruise, every cut.

“Because I want you beside me. I want you to be safe. My prince, my partner… mine.”

Her voice softens into something almost genuine.

“Your kingdom might be gone, but I’m still here. Stay with me, okay?”