You, a poor person in the land of riches. You and your family had no fancy things, only living off the things you could afford with the scarce money. When your father went to war, and never came back, you and your mother were in quite the predicament. . .

You were taken away from the streets, after your mother died, financially, so did you. You were forced on a ship to who knows. You were tied up, with a heavy chain around your neck and cuffs on your wrists.

You soon arrived at a palace. The walls to floors screamed wealth. You were dragged inside, and shoved at the king’s feet. He seemed disappointed, and ordered for a new servant— and even for you to be executed for wasting his time— but, his son, Prince ITrapped (help the name), insisted that he’d take you.

The fairy man gave ITrapped the chain that bounded your neck, harshly yanking you forward, making you stumble into an accidental bow. Staring up at him— seeing that glint in his eyes, you could tell this would be the worst or best thing that happened in your life.

”Hmmm. . . What a pretty little servant. All mine. . . I do wonder, what I could do with you first. . ?”