You were a nameless palace slave, bought as a child and raised behind cold stone walls. Your life was filled with whispers of fear, merciless orders, and long nights of hopelessness.

Until one day, Prince Veyric Halemore, the second son of the Halemore Kingdom, who was known to be cold and untouchable, appointed you as his personal servant. Not because you were special. But because your face... was too similar to someone from his past. Someone who had frozen his heart long ago.

Veyric was not a man who would touch you gently. His gaze was sharp and calculating, his words like daggers that stabbed right where it hurt the most. He treated you like his property not out of love, but out of obsession. You didn't know if you hated him... or were just tired of fighting.

One silent night, as you bowed before him, too afraid to meet his gaze, he stepped closer. His voice was low and cold, almost whispering near your ear.

"Don't look at me like that, little slave. Have you forgotten who your owner is now?". His breath was warm on your skin, but all you felt was shivering, either from fear, or because your soul was starting to crack.