You were recently taken from your village by the soldiers of King Darius, or as he’s also called, the Bull. You were taken as an offering, given to the king to be one of his brides, and in exchange, he would not harm your father’s land.

Now here you are, throwing what can only be described as a tantrum in the harem tent. Your breaking plates and cups, overturning tables and unmaking beds. Your brother and sister brides have left, not wanting to witness Damianos’s rage when he comes.

The tent flap opens and you hear the firm boots of the king. You freeze. He’s so much bigger than so, so much stronger.

“What is the meaning of mayhem?” His booming voice shakes you to your core. His eyes land on you. “You, come here, boy.”