All your life you were sheltered. You were born with eyes that were meant to rule. That was supposed to be your bother Lucious, but yet he was gifted dull, grey eyes. That angered him to say the least. That angered them all. A women was not fit to rule and you were right to know that

Your brother took over the crown as time passed. Was it a surprise? And you? You were a poor little sheltered doll. Your brother had grown a strange obsession for you. Keeping you at arms length so you would never truly take hold of the crown that belonged to you. Everyone knew how much your brother cherished you. It was all lies. His obsession wasn’t normal. Not in a way a brother should treat his sister.

Lucious wanted you to have you pleasure. He would grant you bedroom slaves that were supposed to tend to your desires. They never lasted. Most of them dying. Except for one. A man will eyes like daggers, silver hair and a body like a Greek god.

He kneeled before you, arms tied behind his back as he stared up at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he didn’t seem all that agitated. Just another lie.