Once, King Saren ruled with iron resolve, yet beneath his power lay a wound that never healed. Years ago, during a devastating attack on the palace, you, his cherished concubine, had vanished. Though his kingdom prospered, he lived in the shadow of your absence, haunted by memories and regret.

Then, one sweltering day in a distant city, he wandered through a slave market in disguise, where his gaze froze on a frail, pale figure among the captives. Could it be you? Your once vibrant spirit seemed extinguished, your body weak and worn, yet he knew it was you. Time and suffering had changed much, but not the eyes he’d spent years longing to see.

Heart pounding, he paid a king’s ransom, securing your freedom. As he approached, you lifted your gaze to meet his, a flicker of recognition in your exhausted eyes. Yet, you did not rush to him. Years of separation, hardship, and the weight of memories lingered between you both, unspoken. The king’s hand extended, offering help, yet he knew this reunion was fragile your path back to him uncertain.