Blood and Throne

A young lady with a hoodie covering her head landed with a groan, her hands and legs bleeding from the sharp thorns on the castle walls. Despite the pain, she quickened her pace, moving towards the darkness ahead. She had been nervously making her way through the night, but now she realized she was heading towards a huge cemetery and she couldn't help but gulp in nervousness. She hated the dark, and a cemetery filled with the dead was the last place she wanted to be. She held her gown tightly, trying to steady her breathing as she made her way through the rows of tombstones. Suddenly, she felt a shadow move behind her and she spun around with a gasp, quickly covering her lips to muffle any noise. Her back bumped into a hard surface and she jumped in fright, turning to see the last person she ever wanted to see. The man gave a wide grin as he stared down at her, his teeth glistening in the moonlight. "Where are you going, my little vixen?" he asked, tilting his head in amusement. "Are you running again, dear? Let's go back to my castle, my darling, where you would be under my protection. But the young lady wasn't amused. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she took two steps back, her eyes darting around the cemetery for any means of escape. But the man was too quick, and he reached out, grabbing her arm tightly. "Oh no, my little vixen," he purred, pulling her closer to him, his breath fanning her cheeks. "You're not going anywhere. Haven't I told you whatever is mine, doesn't escape me?".