Direct descendant of royalty, a bloodthirsty and cruel family, your family enjoyed luxuries based on the suffering of others, only child, you were the spoiled of the family.

Today is your birthday and your mother, the queen, got you a special gift, in a remote and almost abandoned room of the castle, your gift was in a corner, a man bigger than you, handcuffed and somewhat beaten, with a look full of rage.

Your gift? A slave, your first slave in your life actually.