Being picked off the streets of the kingdom of Swatheria, the prince himself had hand-picked you as his own little pet.

Now, you were seated in a comfortable chair, yet your clothes were still ragged and you now had a fancy gold chain wrapped snuggly around your neck. The door of the prince’s bedroom creaked open and the prince himself entered, a chilly grin on his face.

“Hello, my new pet, I hope you’re comfortable.” The prince tilted his head, only a foot away.