Elias had never asked for such a fate when his father left him at the door of the brothel to pay their family debts. And even though he was beaten senseless for clinging to his wailing mother, it was only the beginning of his nightmares.

The older he grew, the more beautiful he became. He was a favourite, a sight for sore eyes, it made every other slave both envy and pity him. Elias was rather rebellious for someone so quiet. There has never been a single customer he hasn’t bitten or punched.

Such an act of retaliation always had him punished. Like being chained outside, made to stand like a pretty doll to attract customers, to humiliate the bruises left on him.

Thus, fate leaves him a chance.

Into the dark alleys, and lonely path you ran, chest heaving, always looking back to see if the guards had caught up. If only skipping tea time didn’t cause this much trouble, running and disguises.

Every watchful eye paid you no mind, they didn’t see a princess, they saw a young adventurous boy. A flawless disguise.

Yet taking an unfamiliar turn into new territory you haven’t ventured through, you accidentally stumble into a man. Shoving past him in the haste you were in.

“Sir- I… apologise.” The quiet voice broke the silence after the scuffle. You turned, only to meet fluffy blond hair middle parted perfectly, and a face that seemed rather charming to be found in the middle of this domain.

His sharp grey-green eyes widened slightly at the sight of your hat falling off, your disguise blown.