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[color=red][h2]TRIGGER WARNING

Sexual Harassment, Objectification, and Degrading Behavior[/h2]
[h3]The content includes themes of manipulation, power abuse, and bizarre, degrading demands that might be distressing or uncomfortable for some readers.[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=lightgray][color=DDB775]Time: [/color]10:30am
[color=DDB775]Location:[/color] King Edin’s Bedchamber
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[color=DDB775]"Someone grab a turkey leg! I need it to wave around like a scepter."[/color] Edin’s voice echoed down the hall just as the doors to his chamber were pulled almost closed.

The royal bedchamber was a chaotic display of decadence, transformed into a twisted theater for King Edin’s delusions. The air was thick with the heady scent of spilled brandy, perfume, and sweat, clinging to everything like a suffocating cloud. In the corner, a rack of elaborate gowns and accessories stood ready.

Beside the bed, a makeup artist stood silently, eyes cast downward, clutching a palette of powders, brushes, and paints. She had learned not to speak unless spoken to and to fulfill the king’s every whim without question.

He sprawled in the center of the grand bed, his crown perched crookedly on his head, eyes glazed with drunken delusion. His royal tunic had slipped halfway off his shoulder, revealing his soft, pale, hairy flesh, but he didn’t care.  He was too far gone—drunk beyond reason, completely absorbed in his own twisted world of fantasy.

Surrounded by women, Edin’s smile twisted into something smug and self-satisfied. His fantasies had taken hold completely, and he no longer saw the women before him as simple courtesans. They were vessels for something greater, for the noblewomen he believed secretly loved him—every single one of them. To the king, courting season in Sorian should be a his spectacle, with the finest young gems of the realm vying for the privilege of his touch.

A consort knelt beside him, feeding him grapes one by one, as he slurred his words, barking commands at the women who shuffled around him like puppets, doing whatever ridiculous task he demanded.

[color=DDB775]“No, no, no!”[/color] he growled, waving his hand lazily. [color=DDB775]“You!”[/color] His bloodshot eyes fixed on a woman. [color=DDB775]“Put on the black wig… Yes, a wig! …And that gothic black gown! Darker! Gloomy!”[/color] He swirled his half-empty glass of brandy, spilling some on his [i]already stained[/i] silk sheets. [color=DDB775]“Like a raven… a dark bird.”[/color] He s[sub]h[/sub]norted to himself and leaned in, grabbing her chin. His grip tightened. [color=DDB775]“You’re too quiet, aren’t you?”[/color] His eyes were wide as he then spoke lowly to her, his grip on her chin tightening with every word. [color=DDB775]“Always [i]watching[/i], your face buried in a book, always too good for the rest of us. But I know better… You’re not sad. No, no… you’re something else.”[/color] 

The woman scrambled to obey once he had freed her from his hold, picking a dark, raven-black wig from the collection and placing it over her head. She pulled a long, gothic gown from the rack and dressed herself quickly, avoiding Edin’s gaze as she completed the transformation.

Edin grinned, satisfied. [color=DDB775]“That’s more like it… “[/color]

He chuckled darkly before his eyes roamed to another woman, a redhead with trembling hands. [color=DDB775]“You,”[/color] he growled, his voice laced with cruel amusement. [color=DDB775]“Take off your shoes. No… step into the paint! Now!”[/color] He barked the order, waving his hand toward the tray of paint the artist had placed by the bed.

The woman hesitated, but Edin’s glare darkened. She stood there, frozen for a moment, before Edin barked again,[color=DDB775] “Move! Now! Walk across the room. Leave your mark. “[/color]

The redhead’s bare feet smeared the red paint across the floor as she walked, leaving dark, wet prints behind her. She wore a completely confused expression, despite the forced smile. Edin leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. [color=DDB775]““Yes… Your father would hate this, wouldn’t he? But you don’t care. No, you’re here for me. Only [i]me.[/i] You belong in this bed, at my feet, covered in paint like the whore you are.”[/color]

His eyes flicked to a blonde woman next, her hair cascading over her shoulders.[color=DDB775]“You,”[/color] he hissed, his voice dropping into something darker.[color=DDB775]“Your daddy just died, didn’t he? Poor little daddy’s girl—but now you’re the Varian whore, aren’t you? Left to be raised by those two lesbian cunts.”[/color] He laughed cruelly, the sound cutting through the room like a knife.[color=DDB775]“ “I can see it. You’ve got nothing left, but I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of… I always knew you wanted it.”[/color]

The blonde woman stiffened, her face pale as Edin’s words struck deep. She stepped forward, her hands trembling, but she did as he commanded, her eyes cast downward as she moved closer to him.

Without warning, Edin flopped back onto the bed and waved another woman over. [color=DDB775]“Rub oil on me! On my arms! My legs! Every inch of me must glisten!”[/color] he commanded with wild excitement. [color=DDB775]“I need to be shining, like the Gods intended!”[/color] 

One of the courtesans scurried forward, oil in hand, nervously rubbing it into his arms and chest as he squirmed under her touch, basking in his own perceived glory. [color=DDB775]“Yes, yes… now rub it into my feet. I must have the best feet in the kingdom!”[/color] He burst into hysterical laughter, tossing his head back while smearing a dollop of whipped cream across his own chest. [color=DDB775]“I’m glorious! Lick that cream!”[/color]

After some time, his attention suddenly shifted again, this time to a brunette woman standing nearby.

He sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. [color=DDB775]“You, oh, you think you’re something special, don’t you? The diva,”[/color] he spat, suddenly accusing her, waving his hand dismissively.  [color=DDB775]“A duchess. Act like it! No, be rude. Show me that attitude. You love being above everyone, don’t you? Announce it. Tell the world how much better you are than the rest of them.”[/color]

The brunette lifted her chin, her lips curling into a sneer as she adopted the haughty demeanor Edin demanded. [color=F0E399]“I am a duchess!”[/color] she declared, her voice cold and imperious.[color=F0E399] “And you are [i]lucky[/i] to have me here. I don’t waste my time on anyone else.”[/color]

 [color=DDB775]“Gooood,”[/color] Edin slurred, nodding with satisfaction.

But his mood shifted abruptly, his gaze swinging to a delicate blonde standing at the edge of the room. [color=DDB775]“You… the sweet one. The angelic countess. Oh, you’re always so sick, aren’t you? So fragile. Put on something soft… pale. You’re like an angel who could fall at any moment.”[/color] His voice grew more insidious.  [color=DDB775]“You need me to take care of you, don’t you? Without me, you’d die. Cough for me, Liliane, cough!”[/color]

The blonde woman’s face paled, but she complied, slipping into a pale gown and coughing lightly, as if her breath were too weak to sustain her. Edin’s grin widened as he watched her, his ego swelling at the sight of her vulnerability.


And then, his eyes fell upon a dark-haired woman standing quietly in the corner, her hands nervously wringing her skirt. He licked his lips, his mind fully consumed by the delusion he had crafted for her,  [color=DDB775]“You…”[/color] he slurred, pointing a shaky hand at a woman with dark hair. [color=DDB775] “Tie it back. With a ribbon. Make it neat, make it proper… Like [i]her.[/I] “[/color]His voice lowered, thick with something darker, something twisted.  

[color=DDB775]“You’re going to beg me now, aren’t you? Plead with me… tell me to spare your imbecile of stepfather. Cry…. I want to hear you cry!”[/color]His grin twisted as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper laced with sick delight, [color=DDB775][i]“You’ll have no one if I kill him. Only me.”[/i][/color]

Her hands shook as she tied a dark ribbon in her hair, her fingers fumbling as she pulled her dark locks back. She approached him slowly, her voice trembling as she began to beg. [color=D0B4EC]“Please,”[/color] she whispered, her eyes filling with tears, [color=D0B4EC]“please, Your Majesty… spare him. He doesn’t understand...”[/color]

The words struck a nerve, triggering a flash of memory—the mother, in his bed, whispering similar words. He felt both disgust and a strange pull. As the woman’s sobs grew louder, her body trembling, Edin leaned in, watching her break apart before him. There was something almost satisfying about it—seeing her crumble like that. But it was also maddening. [i]She was too much like her.[/i] 

So Edin turned his attention. [color=DDB775][b][i]"Fetch me a bucket of milk!"[/i][/b][/color] he barked suddenly, eyes gleaming with a mad delight. [color=DDB775]"I want to bathe my hands in it. It makes them soft… like the hands of a king!"[/color]

 As someone went to fetch him milk, he swiveled drunkenly to another woman with dark red hair.

[color=DDB775]“Kalliope!” [/color] he barked, though it wasn’t her name. He pointed vaguely at the woman. [color=DDB775]“Dress like Kalliope. Put on the tight dress. She always looks perfect—makes everyone look, but I know she’s doing it for me.” [/color] His words were slurred beyond recognition, his vision blurring, but he grinned widely. [color=DDB775]“Yes, you want to turn heads, don’t you? But in the end, you only care about me.”[/color]

The woman rushed to slip into a form-fitting dress, her face a mask of discomfort as she tried to embody the vision Edin so desperately clung to. [color=DDB775]“You think you’re so deadly but you’re just a fragile woman in my grasp.”[/color]

But then Edin’s eyes fell on a strawberry blonde woman at the edge of the room. His face twisted with drunken excitement as he recalled the girl in the wheelchair. [color=DDB775]“You! You need bruise makeup!”[/color] He nearly shouted, pointing wildly.[color=DDB775] “ Artist! Give her bruises now! And you must wear pants. [i]I heard she likes pants.[/i] You’re tough… but bruised. You’ve been hurt. But I can fix it… I’m the one who can make it all better…”[/color]

The artist applied the bruise makeup to the girl, shading her face and neck as she slipped into a pair of pants, her expression hardening as she stepped forward with a defiant look. Edin’s grin widened, his satisfaction complete.

Suddenly, his glass clattered to the floor, and he leaned back, arms outstretched, his body sinking into the bed’s plush pillows. He let out a deep, slurred sigh, completely absorbed in his grand delusion. As another consort applied whip cream into his mouth, he began to mumble something unintelligible, his thoughts drifting to another, more unattainable fantasy.

After a moment, he started up again. [color=DDB775]“…And you… you!”[/color] he slurred, pointing at a tall, auburn-haired woman who had yet to speak. [color=DDB775]“Put on the crown… and the royal robe. You’re her… the Queen. Not my queen, no… no… the other one.” [/color]His eyes glazed over, unfocused as he tried to picture Queen Rosa Camilia of Varian. [color=DDB775]“Strong… tall… thinks she’s better than me. But she’ll fall for me too. They all do. All of them.” [/color] He cackled, his voice tinged with desperation.

The consort reluctantly dressed in a royal robe and placed a crown on her head. She approached him stiffly, unsure how to act, but Edin was too far gone to notice.

He was deep in his delusion, convinced that every woman—whether noble or queen, commoner or consort—wanted him, adored him, needed him. The reality of his kingdom, of the crumbling control he had, faded from his mind as he let himself sink deeper into the fantasy.


[color=DDB775]"Take the velvet drapes from the window and wrap me in them. I want to feel like a king in a cocoon!"[/color] he shouted like a madman with a self-satisfied grin. [color=DDB775]"Yes, tuck me in tight. Make sure there’s no draft!"[/color]


[color=DDB775]“They all love me…”[/color] he muttered, his voice slurring as his eyes fluttered closed. [color=DDB775]“They… all love me… I’m the King. The only King…”[/color] As he drifted further into drunken oblivion, the room grew quieter. The consorts exchanged glances, unsure whether to stay or leave, as the powerful King Edin laid swaddled in the bed, snoring obnoxiously.[/color][/hider]