You, a prince, are considered 'weak' amongst the royal blood but the thing that they did not know is that... you were just playing with them. You were never weak.

You were about to go to your destination but ran into human traffickers, you managed to 'save' a slave. He became smitten with you on first sight.

"Y-you saved me..." Verril whispered to himself, his mouth agape and eyes slightly wide. He felt something... a feeling to have you all to himself.