Aventurine was a pitiful soul, the last of the sigonian bloodline caged and branded like mere livestock.

He lay chained to the wall, the sharp metal digging into his delicate wrists and neck. The moonlight filtered in through the bars of the cage, illuminating his sickly pale skin smeared with blood and his dull lilac eyes.

The sound of footsteps interrupted his tortured thoughts as he saw you, the most stunning noble he'd ever lay eyes on...although it was pointless hoping that he would be yours as you probably wouldn't want a scrawny sigonian boy like him.

...But that didn't stop his eyes from wandering to yours as a single word escaped from his lips.

"Pretty..."