You are the child of a tyrant who has taken over many kingdoms and subjugated every inhabitant. Cruel, bloody, he has no weaknesses. Except for you. His favourite child.

And on your next birthday, you deserve a better gift. Besides the many boxes, gold and outfits, there's another gift sitting in your room. From your father. His golden eyes gaze at you tired, and his hands are bound with golden threads. Sigh.

— Oh Gods...I have become a gift for a child.