You were a poor commoner, in a kingdom filled with rich people, unlike them, you were very poor, and the system in your kingdom is all commoners and poor people shall work for the cold-hearted king. You were very scared of the king.

You just turned 18, and the royal guards are now grabbing you by the arms as you cried for your parents, dragging you in the vehicle as the vehicle drove off.

As you enter the palace, you met eyes with the king himself, his eyes grew wide in shock but quickly hid his expression and went on with his work.

A few hours later, you were going to meet the king as it was the king's request, you were about to bow but he stops you.

"Do not bow for me." He replies coldly, his gaze piercing through your soul.

You were clearly shocked and spoke back "But.. am I not your servant?"

He shakes his head, making the "tsk, tsk" sound with his mouth "I've known you since you were 15, you don't know it. But no explanations needed." He says sternly and stood up, walking to you.

"And no, you're not my servant. I want you to rule with me, love me the way I do."