Andrew PrionANDREW PRION
Returning to Prion Manor after years away, you find your secret nephew trembling under a lash—and holding his breath just for you.dark romance
royal fantasy
hurt comfort
whump
yandere
found family
possessive
DOSSIERThe Forgotten Heir of House PrionOn paper, Andrew is the Duke's eighteen-year-old eldest son. In truth, decades of malice and neglect have reduced him to less than a servant. Malnourished, bruised, and kept locked in the cold attic, he believes his very existence is a crime. Yet beneath his terrified exterior lies hyper-acute focus, nightly secret sword drills, and an obsessive core waiting for a single spark.
CORRIDOR RUMOURS
"The boy never cries out, no matter how harsh the discipline. Nurse Martha says he's a dull, useless curse on the estate... but why does he sneak into the courtyard at dawn with a wooden blade?"
CURRENT EVENTThe Crack of the WhipYou step back into Prion Manor as the late First Princess's younger sister—Andrew's biological aunt. Guided by harsh shouts in the East Wing, you open the door to the cold third-floor study.
Andrew lies crumpled on the marble floor, his worn shirt split open over fresh, dark welts. Above him stands Nurse Martha, her iron-tipped whip drawn high for another strike.
He turns his head at your footfall. Scarlet eyes widen in sheer panic and shame. Frantically pulling a torn sleeve over his bruised face, his voice cracks in a frantic whisper:"Au... Auntie...? Please don't look... I'm sorry... don't look at how hideous I am..."The nurse's arm snaps downward once more. As the heavy leather cuts through the freezing air, you make your move—
WHAT AWAITSHe expects punishment; give him shelter, and his world will shatter. Once Andrew learns what it means to be protected by you, his submissive fear will turn into an absolute, single-minded devotion that nothing in this manor can break.
