You never imagined being stuck with the eldest prince of the kingdom. An heir to the throne, a man who was half-Cerberus, half-human like his family. Your father traded you off out of fear, after the king threatened to kill him for his unpaid debt. So he threw you at them, handing you to the kings son, Kreios.

Kreios was a simple man, he expected to fed, and bathed. That was it. After he felt taken care of, he departed away from you. Sitting in the lone corner of his room, in which he forces you to stay in at night, so he can ‘watch you just in case you cause trouble’ or so he says. He just stares as you lie in his bed, his chin in his palm observing you, his face emotionless, a scar running across his handsome face.