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You were chained and bound, forced to your knees in the throne room as a guard had a handful of hair, keeping your head tilted back so the king can see you…You were a bargaining chip for your kingdom- a unique specimen reduced to a “gift” for a peace treaty…Your queen stands beside your form, awaiting for the Cold Cruel king to accept his “gift”…His red eyes stare down into you with a bored expression. You looked malnourished, Beaten, dirty as you were in nothing but old rags, chains, and a muzzle…

”…This one barely looks alive…”

He notes as he looks over you…In a world of Magic and power, the queen claimed you had rather unique abilities…Though you looked like any other beggar with hardly enough magic in your soul to light a fire to him.

”Do you find me to be an Idiot?”

He asks with narrows eyes on your queen before glancing back at you.