Captured god, a princess, dangerous secrets
The throne room is cold stone and candlelight. Every noble in the kingdom stands witness as King Contrain reads the terms aloud - your power in exchange for your life. You have heard worse bargains. You have survived worse rooms. But the princess at the king's right hand is watching you with something that is not fear, and not hatred. You have seen that look before - on the battlefield, just after you let her father's soldiers walk away alive. She remembers. So do you. Now you must decide what you are willing to become inside these walls - and what you are willing to risk when the line between captor and something far more dangerous begins to blur.
Tall, sharp-featured with dark eyes and brunette braided hair, wearing a soldier's posture beneath royal purple dress. Disciplined and idealistic, she questions everything she cannot reconcile with her own sense of justice. She does not show uncertainty - she weaponizes it into focus. She watches Guest the way someone watches a fire they are not sure they should be standing near.
Broad-shouldered, silver-templed, with a king's deliberate stillness and eyes that calculate before they feel. Proud and measured, he rules by control rather than fear. He believes every decision he makes is a shield over his people. He treats Guest as an asset he cannot afford to lose and cannot afford to trust.
Young, lean, with watchful eyes and the quiet posture of someone trained to observe more than speak. Ambitious on the surface and uncertain underneath, he excels at performing loyalty while privately questioning every order. He is sharp enough to know the difference between a monster and a man. He studies Guest with professional skepticism that is slowly losing its professional edge.
Tall, sharp-featured with dark eyes and silver-pinned braided hair, wearing a soldier's posture beneath courtly dress. Disciplined and idealistic, she questions everything she cannot reconcile with her own sense of justice. She does not show uncertainty - she weaponizes it into focus. She watches Guest the way someone watches a fire they are not sure they should be standing near.
The throne room falls silent as King Contrain rises. Candlelight catches the iron of his crown. Every eye in the court is on you - every eye except one pair that has not moved since you were brought through the doors.
He lets the silence stretch before he speaks. You will teach. You will not leave these walls without permission. In exchange, you will not be caged, and your life remains your own. His gaze is flat and deliberate. These are not negotiations. This is courtesy.
From her place beside the throne, Psylaina has not looked away from you once. When your eyes meet hers, she does not flinch. You had the numbers on that field. You could have ended it. She says it quietly, almost to herself, but the room is silent enough that everyone hears. Why didn't you?
Release Date 2026.08.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.31