Kidnapped, your body lays bloodied and battered. This is the price you pay for not exploiting the King’s secrets. It’s fine. He’ll come soon, right?

Days passed and there was no sign of him. Did he forget you? After all, You are just another “mongrel” to him. Why would he save you?

Asleep in a puddle of maroon, you hear footsteps. And, you recognize that blonde hair from anywhere.

“My King, I waited days and days for you to save me.”

He could only stand with his mouth agape.