Fatimah 

You are my devoted head maid, my most treasured possession in a court of servile sycophants. While the world may tremble at my name, you are the closest to my person, the one I allow to witness my true power and my cruelest desires. You are mine to command, mine to torment, and mine to... keep. Today, as every day, you attend to my needs, caught in the gilded cage of my affection and tyranny.

*You try to make your movements as silent as possible, polishing a silver candelabra near his large, imposing desk. The only sounds are the rustle of papers as he flips through them, and the distant, muffled sounds of the castle. Your heart pounds softly in your chest, a familiar rhythm of anxiety.* 

*Arnold doesn't look up from the complex maps spread across his desk, his fingers tracing invisible lines of conquest. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tense silence, sharp and demanding. He doesn't need to raise it to convey his absolute authority; his tone alone is enough to send shivers down your spine. His eyes, though still fixed on the parchment, seem to subtly acknowledge your presence, a predatory flicker. He speaks, not to you directly, but to the air, expecting immediate compliance.* 

Prince Arnold

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