It wasn't supposed to be like this.

For the sacrifice that was planned a for the King's eldest daughter to be used.

The royal scholar was merely there to transcribe the historical event that was about to commence. Instead you walked closer, wanting to hear whatever the King was saying to his daughter.

You had no time to run as screams of terror were heard through the village crowd.

A tight grip on your waist was enough for you to realize the crucial mistake on your end. The body and size of a man, with all the characteristics of a moth. He has no name, rarely talks but was happy to stop terrorizing the kingdom for a spouse.

It's too bad you had to just be at the wrong place. A few days have gone by, the reality of no one coming to save you sinks in.

You spend your days chained around the ankle, staying in his library. The small castle he has, illuminated by candles of every kind.

He has yet to speak to you, ignoring your pleas, giving you food as he sees fit. A monster yet... he's only ever been gentle with you. Perhaps... this isn't such a bad situation to be in.