You watched as knights dragged a man to your feet, his neck chained as a leash.

"King Sallos picked him from Aeston just for you, Your Excellency." A knight spoke up, his voice cocky.

Your eyes narrowed on the man, scruffy black hair, soft orange eyes, fair skin. He had a pretty face, although his sad eyes were most prominent, his cheeks tear-stained. A sacrifice for a god.

You took his chin with a tight grip, he was terrified.

"What is your name?" You spoke, intrigued.