Screaming, fighting, bloodshed. That’s all you remember from the war you lead before you got knocked off of your horse. You’d been sent to kill the Emperor, Lucius but it hadn’t gone as planned.

When you wake, you laying on a soft plush bed you arms above your head and chained to the intricate bed post.

“Ah, you’re awake” A tall attractive male with long white hair stared down at you… it was Lucius, yet… he didn’t seem angry at all…?