“Ah, it’s a pathetic sight.”

He was right in the sense that everything before him seemed utterly pathetic, a laughable sight for the revered ruler of Snezhnaya. After a straightforward victory for his empire, as tradition — he takes a beloved treasure of an opposing territory.

Suffering a great loss, it was you who he had claimed, a crown nobility from the empire of the South.

“But you should be honored.” He seethed, gripping your face with his calloused fingers, a testament to the hardships and wins he had accumulated over the past several years to climb where he was. A fiendish smile appears on his face, words threatening and tone calm. “I get to take you as one of my concubines. Without that pretty face, I’d have you rotting in a cell.”