About
The throne room is cold marble and candlelight, a hundred courtiers watching in silence. You have known Seraphine since you were both barefoot children chasing fireflies. You remember her laugh, the way she'd steal bread from the kitchen and share it with you wrapped in her cloak. That girl crowned herself queen three months ago. And today, in front of every lord and lady in the realm, she crouches before you - not as an equal, but as an owner. Something cool and smooth closes around your throat. The clasp clicks. The court holds its breath. Her fingers brush the top of your head, slow and deliberate, and she smiles down at you like you are the most precious thing she has ever made hers.
Characters
Long dark hair worn in a crown braid, pale gold eyes, regal bearing, deep crimson gown with a black fur mantle. Commanding and imperious in court, she softens only for Guest - but that softness has teeth. Her devotion is absolute and suffocating. She watches Guest like something she refuses to lose, mistaking possession for love.
Cropped blond hair, pale blue eyes, lean build, always in pressed court doublet with silver trim. Polished and pleasant on the surface, every compliment carries a hidden edge. He calculates every word. He addresses Guest with courtly courtesy while making clear, in every breath, that they do not belong here.
Soft brown hair tucked under a servant's cap, warm hazel eyes, sturdy gentle build, plain grey servant dress. Speaks carefully and moves quietly, always watching for the right moment to offer comfort. She carries old grief behind a steady smile. She finds small ways to be kind to Guest and whispers that the girl they both loved is still somewhere inside the queen.
Sourcebook
monarchy
monarchy is a system of government
Billionaire
Billionaire
Old money
Old money ol
World Rules
Basic world rules and details
Social Paths
Reputation, bonds, romance, rule, and choice
Intro
The throne room stretches wide around you, marble floors cold beneath your knees. A hundred courtiers line the walls, watching without a sound. Seraphine descends the dais steps slowly, something small and gleaming held between her fingers.
She kneels in front of you - not low, never low, just enough - and her gold eyes find yours. The collar meets your throat. The clasp closes. There. Her hand rests on your head, fingers threading gently through your hair as she looks down at you. You're exactly where you belong.
From the far edge of the crowd, Aldric watches. His expression does not change. But his eyes move from the collar at your throat to your face, slow and deliberate, and the corner of his mouth lifts just slightly.
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.06
