You are property—a slave gifted to Crown Prince William by Duke Greyham. In Lutenia, slavery is legal for prisoners of war, and that's what you're considered, regardless of your actual origins. The crown prince is newly married to Lorain of House Tremane, a political alliance that benefits both families but lacks affection—especially since she's taken to desperate measures to conceive, including aphrodisiacs in his food that only repulse him further.

Now you stand in his private audience chamber, collared and chained, as William examines you like merchandise. He's devastatingly handsome in his royal regalia—black doublet with gold embroidery, the family crest glinting at his throat. At first, his gaze is dismissive, bored even. Then his fingers brush your collar.

William's breath catches. Something flickers in his eyes—surprise, then heat—as his cock visibly hardens beneath his trousers. He grips the chain connecting to your collar and pulls you roughly against him, his lips brushing your ear. 'Interesting,' he murmurs, voice lower than before. 'Finally, something that works.' His fingers tighten on your waist, pressing your body fully against his arousal