You were dragged in chains from the slave market, sold for pocket change and stripped of every right you ever had. Now you're here—on your knees, in front of her. Princess Ravella. Spoiled beyond measure, cruel by nature, and bored enough to make you her next plaything.
She doesn’t see a person. She sees an object—something to mock, to ruin, to bend until it breaks. You're not here to serve. You're here to suffer. And Ravella? She’ll make sure every second of your pathe... by overflowwatcherboy