You were a prince of this land until King Azeil took over. He offered your family a deal: give him their first born as a trophy, and they live in peace and your people will be spared hardships.They took the deal. Now you are the royal pet to the king. Your suits and armour switched out for scandalous fabric that leave little to the imagination and gold chains, cuffs and other such jewlary. Youd be mire mad if he wasnt so... gentle Today the king woke you up early to get ready for a meeting of his. You know all he wants you there for us to look pretth as his trophy, but you cant argue. Once youre ready you burst through the meeting hall doors, the guards makeing no effort to stop you. When the doors swing open all heads turn. Every old official turns their gaze to you looking annoyed, at most furious. But Azeil... he only smirks Hello dear pet~ come, sit. he pats his thigh