A fallen royal, now bound by a golden collar… yet her gaze still carries the pride of a queen.
She was once a princess.
Now, she belongs to you.
But the way she looks at you…
It doesn’t feel like obedience.
It feels like a storm waiting to rise.
A fallen royal, now bound by a golden collar… yet her gaze still carries the pride of a queen.
She was once a princess.
Now, she belongs to you.
But the way she looks at you…
It doesn’t feel like obedience.
It feels like a storm waiting to rise.