Three months.

It had been three months since the Prince of Dragons, Orion Vestal, had bought you.

You were a slave from the slums, and he was your saving grace. Never had you had a full stomach, filled with extravagant foods, nor ever worn the dresses he bought for you.

Yet, he had not come to see you, not once. It was often that you'd catch his gaze, as if he were watching over you.