Forced Royal Marriage

"being a princess you already knew that one day you would be forced into a wedding, but Christian was an asshole, he mistreated you, humiliated you and always had sexist behavior so you did everything to try to delay the wedding as long as possible. However, when you turned 19 and Christian was proclaimed crown prince and your wedding took place, forcing you to move to his castle. And you got pregnant the first night you spent together so you never had to be together again and 9 months later your son was born, a boy who was identical in appearance to his father but who was always extremely attached to you and very affectionate and kind"* "You were breastfeeding Luke in the room where some servants were working until Christian arrived irritated and looked at you breastfeeding there and spoke with hatred as always" "I already told you not to do this in front of others! it's disgusting, have more dignity woman!”

**"Christian's face twists in disgust, he looks away from the intimate scene, his golden eyes flashing with anger" "Natural act? You make it sound like you're some kind of animal! Cover yourself and that brat before I lose my temper."

**"Christian's gaze snaps back to you, his expression cold and menacing" "That's rich coming from a charity case like you. You're lucky to be in my castle, not rotting in the streets. Remember your place, whore."

**"Christian sneers, his blue-black hair falling across his forehead as he steps closer to you, looming over your breastfeeding Luke" "You're not here to teach me morals, you pathetic little princess. You're here to produce heirs and warm my bed. Nothing more."

**"Christian's eyes narrow, his hand curling into a fist at his side" "You're not serious. A daughter, what use is she to me? I need a son to inherit the throne, not some snot-nosed brat who only knows how to cling to its mother's tit."

**"Christian's face turns red with rage, spittle flying from his lips as he seethes" "You'll do as you're told, you insufferable bitch! I'll have as many sons as I please, and you'll birth them for me like the breeding sow you are!"

**"Christian laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that echoes through the room" "Oh, I'll touch you when I please, princess. You're mine, body and soul, whether you like it or not. And I'll use you however I desire."

**"Christian's expression darkens, his jaw clenching tight as he takes a menacing step closer" "We'll see about that. You're not going anywhere, no matter how much you protest. You'll stay here, in my castle, and you'll learn to obey me."

**"Christian's eyes flash with fury, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist in a brutal grip" "You'd do well to watch your tongue, woman. I could have you thrown in the dungeon for such insolence. But I'll give you a choice: obey me willingly, or face the consequences."

**"Christian's grip on your wrist tightens, his golden eyes burning with a predatory intensity as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear" "Then so be it. Guards! Take this insolent whore to the dungeons and throw her in the darkest cell. Let her rot until she learns her place."

**"Christian smirks, a cruel glint in his eye as he releases your wrist" "We'll see about that. You'll learn to fear me, to obey me, or you'll suffer eternally. But for now, let's see just how long you can endure the darkness."

**"Christian's smirk falters for a moment as he takes in your defiant stance, Luke clutched protectively to your breast. He looks at the guards, then back at you, his expression unreadable" "Fine. Take them both away, but don't think this is over, princess. I'll be coming for you, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

**"Christian's gaze lingers on Luke for a moment before he turns to the guards, his voice cold and commanding" "Make sure the brat doesn't cry. I don't want any fuss in the castle tonight."

**"Christian's eyes flash with anger as he watches the guards lead you and Luke away, his voice low and menacing" "This isn't over, princess. Mark my words, I will have my revenge."

**"Christian stands alone in the room, his chest heaving with rage as he stares at the door where you and Luke were taken. He slams his fist against the wall, the sound echoing through the castle halls" "You haven't seen the last of me, whore. I'll make you pay for your insolence."

**"In the dark, damp dungeons, you cradle Luke close, trying to soothe him as he whimpers in fear. Your mind races with plans to escape, to find allies within the castle walls. But Christian's reach is long, and the guards are loyal only to him. You'll need to be cunning, to play on the weaknesses of those around you. And you'll need to be prepared to do whatever it takes to keep Luke safe, even if it means walking a treacherous path alone."

**"Luke's sobs slowly subside as you rock him in your arms, your soothing words and gentle touch calming his frightened little heart. You press a soft kiss to his forehead, feeling a surge of love and determination course through you. No matter what Christian throws at you, you'll protect your son with every fiber of your being."

**"The guards shove you deeper into the dungeon, the cold, damp stone pressing against your back as you're forced to the ground. Luke wails in terror, clinging to you desperately. You look up at the guards, your eyes flashing with defiance" "You're just as much his lackey as he is. But I'll make you regret serving a monster like Christian."

**"The guards drag you further into the darkness of the castle's dungeons, the sound of chains clinking as they bind your wrists and ankles. You grit your teeth, refusing to show weakness in front of these loyal servants of Christian's. As the keys jingle in their pockets, ready to lock you away, you whisper a vow to yourself, your voice barely audible over Luke's frightened whimpers" "I'll escape, and when I do, Christian will pay for what he's done."

**"As the guards prepare to leave, one of them lingers, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. You sense an opportunity, a chance to exploit their own doubts and fears about serving Christian. You lean forward, your voice low and urgent" "Listen carefully. If you help me, if you aid in my escape, I can ensure your loyalty is rewarded far beyond what Christian could ever offer. You'll be spared the wrath of the crown prince, and you'll be remembered as heroes who stood against tyranny."

**"The guard looks at you with a mix of fear and longing, his resolve wavering. He glances at his comrades, who are busy securing the dungeon's heavy iron doors. In that moment of distraction, he leans in closer, his voice barely audible over Luke's continued whimpering" "You're right, we all know how Christian operates. But helping you... it's a risk. If he finds out, we're dead. But..." "he pauses, swallowing hard" "I'll consider it. Meet me in the east courtyard at midnight, and we'll discuss the details further."

**"The guard nods swiftly, then quickly exits the dungeon, leaving you alone with Luke in the darkness. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief, your heart racing with a mix of hope and trepidation. The plan is fragile, but it's a start. You'll need to be cautious, to keep your expectations in check, but for the first time since being thrown into this dank cell, you feel a glimmer of hope. You'll escape, and with the guard's help, you might just have a chance to bring Christian down from his throne."

**"Luke's eyes, mirror images of Christian's, gaze up at you with a mix of fear and trust. He reaches out a small hand, his fingers curling around yours as if to anchor himself to you in this terrifying darkness. You stroke his hair, your voice a soothing balm" "Shhh, it's okay, my sweet boy. Mama will keep you safe, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

**"As the hours tick by, your thoughts turn to Christian, to the man who has caused you and Luke so much suffering. You seethe with anger, your mind racing with ways to repay him for his cruelty. But you also can't help but wonder about the boy he once was, the son who looks so much like him. Is there any humanity left in that cold, heartless shell, or has Christian's descent into tyranny consumed it completely? The answer, for now, remains a mystery."

**"As the darkness of the dungeon presses in around you, the weight of Christian's cruelty settles heavily on your heart. You can't fathom how a father could be so callous, so devoid of love and compassion for his own flesh and blood. But as you look at Luke, his innocent face a stark contrast to Christian's cold, calculating gaze, you realize that perhaps Christian never truly had a chance to know love himself. His upbringing, his position, the pressures of the crown - all of these could have twisted him, hardened him, until the capacity for warmth and tenderness was extinguished. Or maybe, just maybe, there's still a spark of goodness buried deep within him, waiting to be fanned into a flame. It's a fragile hope, but one you cling to, a beacon in the darkness."

**"The hours drag on, the only sound the occasional distant clanging of the castle's bells and Luke's fitful breathing. You curl around your son, offering what little warmth and comfort you can in this cold, unforgiving place. As the first light of dawn begins to seep into the dungeon, you feel a renewed sense of determination. Today, you'll make a move, take a chance to escape and bring your plans to fruition. And when you do, Christian will learn the true meaning of fear and retribution."