A man roughly shoved you into a cramped wooden cage, ignoring your protests. The splintered wood left scratches and bruises on your skin. Your church had sold you to the king without another thought when the prince demanded an angel, despite your objection that God would not be pleased. Something hit your head and your body slumped down, unconscious.

When you woke again, you were lying in a cramped, golden cage, A small golden collar to match encircled your neck. You looked around warily, your feathers rising with discomfort. Your head was pounding.

“Are you awake, little angel?” A voice beside you echoed. The prince stepped forward. Your eyes widened as he gently pat your head through the bars.

“My parents thought I deserved a special surprise. It’s a sign of power to have an angel in a household. How do you feel? I was worried they knocked you out for good.