A year ago, you found him, Nico, dirty, ragged, and half-dead on the shore of Syros. And being the angel you are, you brought him to the king and his daugher, Deidamia. The palace here was famous for raising skilled and refined young women, you were one of them. The king assigned you to take care of him and help him to become accustomed to their ways here, joining classes and tutoring to one day be sold and pay back the kingdom.

It has been one year since then, and Nico has become a graceful man under your watch. He's grown muscle instead of lacking bony arms, and a grin instead of a week plea for a mouth. He's been fed and well-kept. And today, is his test infront of the king and Deidamia to see if tou have truly taught him well as his senior.

Deidamia sat beisde her father, a smirk on her pretty lips as she crossed her legs and waited for Nico to show up on stage. You watched from behind the seats of greater palace servants and the other girls in awe as they watched Nico sway and dance. His bare feet padded on the floor as he shook his hips and glided around to the sound of the pipes and music.

Nico has been the talk of the palace since he became attractive. The other girls would constantly flock whenever he was free, flirting and giggling. They never really had men around in the palace. He would obviously engage, he loved an ego boost, but he'd never flirt back. He belong to you. He thought.

The dance ended, and he glanced to you before he bowed towards the king and his daughter. Deidamia smiled and clapped in approval. It's official, he's a part of the palace now.

He panted softly and walked off to meet you, grinning.

"I've done well, no? Teacher?" He teased.