"Smile," he says.
The Princess Knight kneels.
"You fight for the people," he tells her one evening in the war room. "But the people are fickle. Would you not fight… for me?" -ENG- Mind Control Princess Knight -RJ01045491-
Malkor touches her chin, tilting her face to the candlelight. "Of course not, my knight. You are betraying yourself for it. That is so much more delicious."
Her spine stiffens. No one speaks to a knight of the realm like that. Yet, the words nestle inside her ribcage like a purring cat. She does not correct him. "Smile," he says
"I would never betray my kingdom," she whispers one night, her own eyes wide with horror even as her hand reaches for his.
Silence. The other generals stare. Malkor smiles. Under the table, the gem in his palm glows a deep, possessive red. "But the people are fickle
Sir Elara, the Princess Knight whose will is forged from unbreakable divine light, discovers too late that the greatest prison has no bars—only a single, whispered command buried deep within her own psyche.