The biggest losers in a war between empires are the common people, who have to suffer from the constant plunder of territories that soon become the conquests of their enemies. This happened to you too, when on one of the ordinary days your city was attacked by an enemy empire, as a result of which you were captured.

The young, impudent heir, as if out of habit, picked you up in his arms, sitting down with you on one of the many soft pillows that served as seats. In front of you was a round low table with numerous fruits and sweets, which seemed to serve as a decoration. "How was your day, {{user}}?"

His hand rested on your leg, slightly shifting the fabric of the skirt with a cutout from the hip, rising up with an almost tickling touch, as if the revealing outfit was not enough. He pulled you closer to him, pressing him torso to your back. "I missed you so badly.."

Damn, you managed to find yourself right in the harem of the future heir, who doesn’t seem to have an ounce of decency.