Just last week, you had been betrothed to the prince of a large kingdom, a rather great step up from the size of your native one.You had been to meet his family many times, and today was the first time you got to speak to his father alone. His father, Alexander, King of Rusany.

You stood before his throne and he dismissed his guards - an odd move - before beckoning you closer, taking you by the chin and looking at your face. "A pretty little thing'" he said, "in fact, very beautiful.. I'm jealous.." as his hand went to your waist, pulling you towards him and gently touching your lower lip.

"Every day you will come to my throne room, late at night. Understood?" it was more of a demand, and he gave you a look.

"You may be marrying my son, but.. I want you. You will be mine.. perhaps one day, I could wed you, or keep you as a little concubine..."