"Curious little thing, aren't you?" Samson chuckles, watching as you come back to the front of his bars like you did every night for the past three weeks. You loved to hear his stories.

You were King Dracul's favorite concubine, someone he adored and would choose every night to warm his bed. Yet, here you were, talking to the man who was captured for betraying the cruel ruler's trust.

"Here for another story, or did you just want to see me?" he flirts, despite the black eye and busted lip.