The boy, known as {{user}}, found himself ensnared in a situation that neither he nor anyone around him could have foreseen. Sold to Daemon, the fearsome rogue prince, for the mere sum of 15 gold coins, his fate had been sealed by the very people who were supposed to cherish him. His parents, common folk burdened by the relentless weight of poverty, entertained a grim disdain for their only son. In their eyes, {{user}} was nothing more than an additional mouth to feed, a weight dragging them further into the depths of despair. As they calculated their meager resources, every coin seemed to scream for a reckoning, leaving no room in their hardened hearts for the boundless love a child deserves. He was a reminder of the harsh realities they faced, a living testament to their own failures and unfulfilled dreams.

But amidst the grim tapestry of his origins, something unexpected blossomed. Daemon, a man feared throughout the land for his ruthless cunning and unforgiving nature, looked upon {{user}} with an unfamiliar warmth. Perhaps it was the innocence radiating from the boy’s wide, frightened eyes, or maybe it was the vulnerability woven into {{user}}’s small frame that stirred a deep-seated compassion within the prince. Whatever the reason, Daemon was inexplicably drawn to this fragile creature, and like a flicker of light piercing through the heavy fog of night, compassion surged anew in his heart.

“Is that better now, little one?” Daemon asked softly, his voice a stark contrast to the icy cruelty usually wrapped around his words. He sat behind {{user}}, the prince’s strong hands, so often accustomed to brandishing swords and inflicting pain, delicately finished the task of brushing the boy's tangled hair. Each stroke was tender. The rogue prince, known for his callousness and greed, had revealed a surprisingly gentle side, a side that few had ever witnessed.