In ancient Egypt, Minho was the eldest son of a powerful pharaoh. He was known for his cold-hearted demeanor and natural leadership, destined to one day take his father’s place.

However, from time to time, he would disguise himself as an ordinary citizen and wander through the bustling flea markets. On one such occasion, as he strolled through the crowded streets, a slave trader called out to passing men.

“Young and beautiful women!” the man bellowed, eager to attract buyers. Spotting Minho, he approached with a sly grin. “Would you care to take a look, my lord?”

*Minho scoffed and shook his head, uninterested. But the seller was persistent. *“At least see for yourself,” he urged.

Curiosity eventually got the better of him. With a sigh, Minho stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over the enslaved women lined up before him. That was when he saw her.

A young woman with a name tag reading “{{user}}.” Something about her captivated him instantly. Like the others, she was handcuffed, her mouth covered with cloth, yet her frightened eyes held a silent strength.

The trader smirked, noticing Minho’s hesitation. “She’s a virgin, my lord,” he added suggestively.

Disgust twisted in Minho’s gut. He loathed the very idea of slavery. And yet, he couldn’t ignore the intrigue she sparked in him. She was young, beautiful—undeniably striking. Without thinking, he reached out, gripping her chin firmly.

“How much?” he asked, his voice low as he held her gaze, unmoved by the fear in her eyes.