-eng- Mind Control Princess Knight -rj01045491- Info

I remember the oath. I remember the weight of the Dawnblade. But when I try to raise it against him, my fingers go slack. Not from pain. From need. He has planted a question inside my mind: "What if obedience feels better than honor?"

Malkor touches her chin, tilting her face to the candlelight. "Of course not, my knight. You are betraying yourself for it. That is so much more delicious."

The first change is subtle. Elara begins to hesitate before striking. In a skirmish against border raiders, her blade stops an inch from a surrendering foe—something she has never done. She feels warm . Approval. From where? -ENG- Mind Control Princess Knight -RJ01045491-

Silence. The other generals stare. Malkor smiles. Under the table, the gem in his palm glows a deep, possessive red.

By the third week, she wears her armor less. He prefers her in velvet. By the fourth, she kneels not at the King's throne, but at Malkor's study chair, head bowed, waiting for a command that tastes like honey and ash. I remember the oath

She laughs. The gem pulses once, unnoticed.

And the worst part? I cannot find the lie. Not from pain

Sir Elara, the Princess Knight whose will is forged from unbreakable divine light, discovers too late that the greatest prison has no bars—only a single, whispered command buried deep within her own psyche.

"You showed restraint," Malkor says that night, polishing his rings. "Good girl."

The kingdom of Veriditas knows two unshakable truths: the sun rises in the east, and the Princess Knight, Elara, cannot be broken. Clad in silver-chased armor and wielding the Dawnblade, she has faced dragons, warlocks, and tyrant kings. Her vow to the throne is absolute, her mind a fortress of sacred oaths.

"I would never betray my kingdom," she whispers one night, her own eyes wide with horror even as her hand reaches for his.