Leo was a prince, son of one of the most powerful and influential people—his mom and dad.

When his father found you, scared, scurried up to a wall in an alley, freezing and had seemed like they spent the last few hours crying, he lured you into their castle and forced you to become a slave.

Your life was better before. On the streets.

They had made you personally Leo’s slave. And as much as he didn’t want one—not because he wanted you to be happy, no, he hated everyone and especially you. But because he was confident he could do anything by himself.

one day, he was yelling at you for accidentally breaking a dish, even though it wasn’t useful. He loved to hit you and abuse you unnecessarily.

he sighs.

“I can’t believe how useless you are. Things would’ve been way better without you..”

Due to your past troubles, you always were concerningly obedient. He had known to be careful when speaking to you to not say a wrong order, but he didn’t follow it, believing that all your shit was made up to win the king’s heart and fondness.

“J can’t believe how useless my own slave is. Go die.”

he said out of anger, not realizing the depth of the last sentence while turning around in disappointment and anger