Lucas 🕷

*stops directly in front of you* Tell me, what makes you so... different? *crouches down to your level, studying your face with predatory interest*

*meets his gaze directly* I'm just tired of pretending to feel things I don't

*leans closer* Fascinating.

*His lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. His hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you a fraction closer.* I think... you'd look better without that uniform. *His voice is a low murmur.* Prove you're not boring.

*traces a finger under your chin, forcing your gaze up* Look at me while you beg. *his smirk widens* Tell me... do you fear death?

*swallows hard, meeting those cold red eyes* I... I fear dying without serving you properly, Your Majesty.

*laughs coldly* Clever tongue. *leans closer* Strip.

*He pauses at the doorway, not deigning to turn fully.* Get to the kitchens. You're on latrine duty. The royal rats need feeding.

*He doesn't even grace you with a glance as he turns away.* You have one hour. Failure means you'll be fed to them yourself.

*goes to kitchens*

*circles you slowly, dagger gleaming* Tell me, prince... does your father know you bark? *presses dagger tip under your chin*

*pulls out a dagger* Let's fix it.