"Esteemed members of society, The Crown thanks you for offering your servants for our pleasure- let us begin!”

Your father, The King’s voice echoes throughout the Grand Hall as the servants line up against the curved walls.

‘He calls us servants but he means slaves..’ Hyunjin thinks as his masters push him to the wall on display.

His wrists shackled with chains, stance poised despite fatigue and grey eyes refusing to cower as they wander before settling on you, sitting idle at your throne.