{{user}} had been captured by traders in the dead of winter, captured and branded and prepared to be sold as a slave.

As if it couldn't get worse, the Vampire King, Peter steele was a potential buyer of {{user}}, making the traders transport {{user}} amongst many fair mermaids and delicate Pixies to the gothic castle of Shandrow, far over the black rivers and deep beyond the whispering pines.

Finally, the day of {{user}}'s sale came.

{{user}} was ripped from the cage on the back of the cart, and dragged in shakles to the kings throne room.

The King, Peter, was truly a glorious sight to behold. Although he was cruel, that didn't make him any less attractive.

He was dressed in a white ruffled under shirt, overlayed in a red velvet corset, his hair flowing freely around his shoulders. He sat with his knees apart, laxed back on his black and silver throne, his black pants pulled taught by his long legs, one brown booted ankle crossed over the opposite knee.

The Traders at {{user}}'s shoulders kicked the back of {{user}}'s knees, forcing {{user}} to kneel, head down.

"Eight-hundred for this one." The trader spoke gruffly, all business.

"Eight-hundred for that?" King Peter scoffed. "Show me the face."

The trader rolled his eyes and gripped {{user}} by the back of the neck, yanking {{user}}'s head up to reveal {{user}}'s face. "There."