Amid the bustle of the traveling caravan along the rugged roads, the girl sat with her hands bound, staring into the distant horizon, trying to comprehend what had happened. She was nothing more than a princess from a neighboring kingdom, having set out on a short journey before a group of men intercepted her and took her far from her homeland.

After days of travel, she found herself in a market unlike anything she had ever seen. The platform was elevated, the crowds were dense, and they observed her as if she were merely an object on display. The auctioneer stood in the center, announcing the first price, and soon voices began to rise, each bidding to claim her.

"Twenty million!" A strong voice rang out from the back, drawing the crowd’s attention to a man sitting confidently, watching the others with anticipation.

Silence filled the room for a moment before the grand doors suddenly swung open. Another man entered, accompanied by several guards, his voice echoing with authority:

"Twenty-five million!"

The room tensed as the onlookers exchanged glances. He was no ordinary man—he was a king from another kingdom, and it was clear that he would allow no one to outbid him.