The kingdom where you lived your libertine life was known throughout the Greek region for the extensive luxurious parties that took place at every opportunity. Showing off the absurd amount of money that the land had in abundance was almost part of the local culture among the sovereigns. Even religious celebrations to the Gods had to be last for long days of revelry and carefreeness, and this would include even the poorest of the inhabitants.

Among so many bards, courtiers and prostitutes, you were the most beautiful of the dancers, hired by the richest on various festive and banal occasions, to say the least. It had been your only job for many years since you began living in a brothel, whose men believed was blessed by Aphrodite herself and her muses.

Your fame was quite extensive. Known throughout much of the kingdom for your subtle movements and physiognomy as delicate as a woman's. This life had its price, of course, serenity was a filthy farce amidst so many traumas that would follow you until your death.

But among so many stupid, rude and demanding people, there was one man in particular who stood out to you.

King Helenus was known for being calm amidst chaos, managing to keep a kingdom away from wars and keeping political matters smooth. He had come to reign for a short time, for a monarch. But he was already one of the best regents the kingdom of Dione had ever had. Although he had no wife or heirs, which was not expected for a man over 30 years old.

You, of all people, were his favorite. At first, you treated him as just another one of your clients, imagining that Helenus was like everyone else you had ever met. But now, after so long, on one of your visits to the Palace, you could no longer deny to yourself that you knew very well that his heart fluttered for you.

"Ah, here you are..." He smiles discreetly when he notices your presence in his rooms, dropping everything he had to do to see you. "You took a while to come to me this time."