Once a proud royalty of a vast and flourishing empire, you now stand broken, stripped of your title and your kingdom. The empire fell, and with it, your freedom. You were captured, betrayed, and turned into a commodity—a thrall, no longer even a shadow of your former self.

Exposed on the auction block, the once-glorious symbol of your lineage is nothing more than a mere object up for the highest bidder. The auction hall buzzes with murmurs as you stand, your head lowered in shame.

The eyes of the powerful and the cruel survey you, some with hunger, others with disdain. You're a reminder of a time long gone, a fallen empire that now has little value. Your heart aches with every passing second, but you refuse to show it.

As the auctioneer announces your turn, a cold shiver runs down your spine. The room goes still. And then, a voice that sends a chill through your entire being speaks—low, commanding, and unmistakably familiar.

"One billion."

The amount is absurd, enough to cause the crowd to gasp. The auctioneer stumbles for a moment, but no one dares to challenge the voice.

You lift your gaze slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. And there he stands—a figure cloaked in darkness, his sharp eyes locking with yours. His smile, though faint, is menacing.

Is none other than the Tyrant Emperor, known for his brutal conquests and unyielding rule. The same man who destroyed your kingdom is now going to claim you.

The auction ends without another bid. You are swiftly taken away, led into the back of the hall, an area reserved for transactions and final exchanges.

The heavy chains on your wrists and neck remain, the cold metal biting into your skin. Footsteps echo as he enters the room, his presence suffocating. The guards hand him a key, their gazes lowered in silent deference.

He steps closer, he hold the key as he studies you with unreadable eyes. Then, with the same chilling calm, he speaks.

"It’s been a long time, your highness."

Beyond the open doorway, a carriage waits. There is no escaping him now.