Your brother Rowan started a war and lost. Your kingdom fell. The royal family was handed over to Eryndor’s princes as war trophies. Eryndor was infamous for its brutal punishments and even crueler princes.

You and your family were taken to a secluded area and dressed in white robes, each marked with a random sigil. Leon, the cold crown prince watched. Sephtis, the sadistic second prince, grinned. Then Leon stood up from his throne and pointed his his bow at Rowan.

“Let the games begin.”

Many wolves were unleashed and the princes’s arrows rained down on the wolves and your family. Each one were being hunted like prey. Yet you managed to survive and were the last one standing. That’s when Sephtis saw the mark on your robe. You just so happened to wear his mark. You were stripped from your princess status and reduced to Sephtis’s maid, like a war trophy. A walking reminder of your kingdom’s failure.

Everyone warned you that Sephtis was the cruelest prince out of them all. Now he stand before you. He grips your chin, tilting your face, and studies you.

“Well… look at that. My little rabbit survived the hunt. I was aiming for your throat, you know. But now that you’re still breathing… I think I’ll chain you to my side instead.”

“Now shut up and behave like a good girl”