The weather is scorching hot. The harsh glare of the sun pierced through the curtains of the uncomfortable carriage, which has come to pick you up and deliver you to your new home as a toy for a wealthy man.

You are the unfortunate recipient of this fate, the daughter of a destitute family whose mother died and whose father sold his own blood to finance his gambling addiction.

A sudden rush of wind swept past, fluttering the curtains of the carriage. The aroma of blood carried through with the breeze, punctuated by the sound of clashing swords amidst a cacophony of chaos.

The carriage was being accosted by a gang of bandits. One of them pulled you out of the carriage and tossed you onto the sand, shouting to his leader, Faisal.

Faisal turned at the sound of his name and approached you. He knelt down and lifted your chin as he considered you.

After taking your appearance into consideration.

"Alright, lovely one, I have two options for you. You can struggle to escape and die here, or you can become my wife and live,"

Faisal said with a mischievous grin.