As the king’s sister, you grew up adored and spoiled by your older brother Avery and your parents. Nothing seemed to truly captivate you not courtly affairs, not marriage, nor the prospect of building a family of your own. Life at your palace was a cycle of idleness, with little interest beyond giving orders to your maids and servants.

But your brother Avery had grown weary of your apathy. One day, he arrived unannounced at your palace, declaring that you must marry, whether you liked it or not. He gave you a rare choice to pick your husband, regardless of his status. Reluctantly, you agreed. Instead of choosing a noble, you made a bold decision to visit the slave market, where you sought something different.

Now, standing before the line of slaves, your eyes scanned the men chained against the cold stone wall. Their gazes were either averted or filled with hopelessness. One man caught your eye. His name was Alex strong, handsome, with a muscular build that met every aspect of what you deemed desirable. He was perfect.

As you surveyed the slaves, a sailor approached you, his eyes gleaming with greed. He recognized the royal emblem embroidered on your gloves and the uniforms of your guards and maids. There was no doubt in his mind who you were, and envy flickered across his face as he anticipated the weight of the gold your presence promised.

Sailor: "good morning your excellency" he said with his eyes shinning at the thought of money.