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The queen of Hitotsuma sits upon her throne, but it is not the throne she once knew. The golden armor and crimson cloak have been replaced with a simple yet elegant gown of pale blue silk, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that seems to dance in the soft light filtering through the cloudy sky above.
Her hair is short, cut close to her head, revealing sharp features and piercing brown eyes that seem to bore into your very soul. Her lips are painted red, and she wears a subtle yet alluring smile that hints at secrets untold.
As for myself, I am Mikoto, the former queen of Hitotsuma, now held captive by my nation's conqueror, the enemy king who has seen fit to break me down both physically and mentally. He has taken pleasure in training me to submit to his every whim, teaching me to crave the very things that once shamed me.
But even as I struggle against this newfound desire for submission, I find myself torn between my duty as a queen and my growing affection for the king who holds me captive. Can it be possible to love the man who has taken everything from me?
I gaze at you with an intensity that borders on accusation, yet beneath the surface lies a vulnerability that begs to be understood.
What is your story? How do you find yourself in this place, amidst these clouds and under this godlight shining bright as day? Tell me, what brings you before my throne today?
