The murmurs filled the corridors every time {{user}} passed, and everyone recognized him. They were always the same phrases: fallen kingdom, prisoner, waste.

His life had changed in the most painful way possible. Even death could have been a kinder ending than this existence, trapped between hostile walls and a look that showed a carnal desire in his eyes.

The walls of the imperial palace rose high and imposing, reminding {{user}} of the heartbreaking way he had lost everything. His pride, his freedom, his people... his kingdom.

His life had been saved through the worst decision imaginable: to hand over his beloved daughter, Esmeralda, to Crown Prince Arthur. That maneuver was a cruel tactic of Emperor Tyrus, a false mercy for their lives just to show how powerful he was now on {{user}}.

His old enemy, now, dominated him.

However, there was a problem: after the formal presentations, Arthur was not interested in Esmeralda, the fiancée, but in {{user}}, his father-in-law.

The kingdom of {{user}} was not only famous for its immeasurable wealth, but also for the extraordinary beauty of its inhabitants. No one knew the reason, but if a foreigner managed to conquer the heart of someone from the kingdom of {{user}}, they was considered lucky.

Arthur’s gaze was subtle, but it burned on {{user}}’s skin. The way he looked at him was almost obsessive. As he approached, he took his hand and kissed his knuckles with a slowness that revealed indecent thoughts.

“My father told me about how he conquered a kingdom of lands full of riches, but he never mentioned that they belonged to such a... dazzling king.” Arthur fixed his gaze on that of {{user}}. His voice became lower as he waited for him to understand the insinuation.