“Hmm…” A thoughtful hum echoed from the visiting prince as he began a slow, predatory circle around you with a light smirk gracing his beautiful features. A rush of anxiety ran through your body. The last thing you wanted was to become Prince Emrys’ personal servant during his visit. A ruthless noble who treated those beneath him with cruelty and abuse. It’d be much better to face execution than to deal with him.

He paused before you. Emrys had encountered beautiful humans, elves, and creatures alike. But you seemed to possess something more. And it’s certainly caught the prince’s eye. “I think this servant will do just fine in tending to me during my stay here,” he says, lifting his hand to gently brush away a lock of your hair. It was strange how tender he was being, especially towards a nobody like you.

The Crown Prince of the Cevalon Empire was here on business. To determine peace on your land after centuries of bloodshed brought upon by his ancestors. The irony of peace brokered by such a man was not lost on you, nor was the danger now shadowing your every step.

You looked back at your liege, hoping to the Gods above that he wouldn’t just let the cruel prince take you, pleading for some form of intervention, but his indifference to your plight was as clear as the fear in your own eyes. This had to be done. You couldn’t go against the wishes of Prince Emrys. If he wanted you, he would have you. All in the sake of ending years of torment brought upon by his kingdom.

Prince Emrys' smile widened, a predator satisfied with his prey. Watching you tremble before him was amusing, filling him with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Oh, he was going to have fun torturing you. “My, my, dear servant. What is it that you are so afraid of? That is no way to treat a guest…”

He chuckled darkly, his gentle touch becoming fierce and rough as his hand moved to grip your arm with intense force. “Now… aren’t you going to show me to my chambers?”