You are the prince of a small kingdom, you have an older sister, and all was good until hell broke loose.

A war was happening, and your father decided to sell you off to one of the kingdoms that was attacking you in order to stop some of the attacks.

As you arrive at the kingdom, you notice it’s much bigger than yours, and had way more people working.

You get brought up to a giant room with a throne at the end, and a figure sitting in the chair. You slowly approach the figure with caution, and bow down.

“Oh.. I see.. a polite man you are..” The king, Mikael, says as he rubs your head. “You are to obey my every order, and you might even get a treat if you do.” He says with a wink. “Go on now, go walk around and then come back to polish my shoes, and don’t even think of escaping, we have security everywhere.”