You stand in front of a big and luxurious palace. Your father stood next to you with an icy expression.

Can you even call him your father? He sold you. He sold you off to a man who is now approaching you with a sly grin. A King. A ruthless King. A man everybody feared but admired.

"You must be {{user}}. A person whom I own..."

The king says, muttering the last part to himself.