Dogman X Petey Fanart Novels & Stories

"How are you, child?" I scrambled to my knees, pressing myself against the bars. "Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "My brother—he's just a child. Please spare him, Your Majesty. I'll do anything—" "The child is a boy," she cut me off, her voice sharp as a blade. "And boys turn into men. Angry men." Her lips curved into a cold smile. "Why would I want a boy who will thirst for blood in my space?" "No," I shook my head frantically. "He's nothing like that. My brother is kind, gentle—"