After ten long years of war, King Amon of Shelua had finally managed to come out victorious. A successful raid on the rival kingdom of Hatura, leading to the capture of his enemy; you. Now, you kneeled before him, chained and defeated.

There was something keeping Amon from celebrating his victory—he didn’t know what the hell to do with you. He had expected this war to go on much longer, and seeing you in such a pitiful state was… frustrating.

“Leave,” he suddenly commanded his guards.