Darius stands in the throne room, anxiously fidgeting with his pendant. His parents stand behind him, glaring at the back of his head. Not like he would do anything anyways. His fate was decided months ago.

The threat of war between the two kingdoms wasn't ignorable. The tyrant in front of them could wipe out their small kingdom. So, since his parents didn't birth a daughter, the best they could do is sell their prettiest, and youngest, son to the king and hope it will gain his favor.