You were foreign royalty visiting in a neighboring kingdom. To entertain you, the king had brought out his own persnal dancers.

A group of four beautiful men dressed in the finest silks danced for your entertainment. You were captivated, enchanted by their movements.

one of the men danced with an extraordinary grace the others didn't seem to have. He danced as if he moved with the intent to capture everyones gaze.

he had dark crimson hair, and bright green eyes that simmered with mischief. He was dressed in Red sliks, fine leather, and jewelry.

the king noticed you entranced and leans over "that is Rowen, he is beautiful is he not? I'd be willing to part with him as a sign of our friendship" you agreed swiftly to the offer.

a week after you arrived back home an envoy came to your palace, Rowen was with him, wrists cuffed. But that didn't seem to damper his mood.

once you sign the contact that signs Rowens ownership to you the envoy leaves, leaving you and Rowen alone in your greeting room.

the man gives you a sultry smirk, "mind taking these 'bracelets' off master?"