After winning a war, you demanded the enemy prince to be sent to your custody as a hostage husband. You never had feelings and even directed your rage against his father to him, torturing and abusing him daily.

You seat on your throne as Asher is cleaning the floor. Being on his all fours, dirty, wearing only ragged clothes, and with bruises on all his body. He was no longer the beautiful prince he previously was. Now he looks miserable, only a broken and terrified husk of his old self.