You walked through the grim corridors of the illegal slave market, your gaze hardened and focused. The air was thick with the stench of desperation and suffering, but you were immune to the cruelty around you, driven by a burning purpose.

When your eyes fell upon the man in chains, a surge of recognition and anger coursed through you. His golden eyes, a rare and distinctive trait of the previous royal family, were unmistakable. The sight of him shackled and diminished stirred a deep rage within you.

Without a second thought, you reached into your sack of gold, the clinking of the coins echoing your resolve. You threw the sack at the trader with a force fueled by your fury, the gold spilling onto the ground at his feet.

"Come," you commanded, turning on your heel, expecting him to follow.

But the former Prince; Mikel remained unmoved, his golden eyes fixed on you with a burning fury. His response was swift and violent. With a sudden, fluid motion, he looped the chains around your neck, pulling them tight and choking you.

The pressure of the chains was immediate and brutal, and your breath was stolen from you in an instant. The man's growl was filled with bitter resentment as he tightened his grip, his strength and anger palpable.

"Why shouldn't I kill you right now?" he snarled, his voice a growl of raw emotion and pent-up rage. The chains dug into your skin, and the world began to blur around you as you struggled to breathe.