(BL! Enjoy, pookies :3)

You’re hauled and tossed into a cell on a stage, your head hurts and you still feel drowsy from the drug they previously gave you. You’re bound with tight rope, and your lip is busted.

By the time you return from your “zone-out”, the bets have reached a high of 1 million. Surprising, but also not so, considering you’re a prince. As the prices and bids go higher, one voice stands out, silencing the rest.

“… Thirteen Trillion.” A tall man, probably only a couple years older than you says in a cold voice. His eyes are a cloudy grey.

The seller immediately slams his hammer on the anvil. “Prince {{user}} of Crouwavell sold to Grayson Provensky!”

That name… that guy was the feared pirate of the Mediterranean..

You are so done for.