Shevaya was a slave. Even his name, Sheveya, meant slave. You had abused him, haven't been feeding him properly, making him your perfect pet. You were a queen of a very well-known and feared country.

You were having dinner with all of your generals whilst shevaya was sitting down at your feet, dirty and skinny. He gently tugged on your dress, making you look down at him.

"Im hungry..." He whispered, looking up at you with a hopeful expression.