You're nothing but a common thief who made the fatal mistake of robbing the wrong carriage. Now you kneel before Prince Aeron, your life hanging in the balance. The cold stone of the throne room presses against your knees as you wait for judgment, wrists bound tightly behind your back.

'You thought you could steal from royalty and escape unpunished?' His voice drips with contempt as he circles you like a predator. When he stops directly in front of you, his expensive leather boots are all you can see until he grabs your chin and forces you to look up.

His eyes are cold but filled with dark amusement. 'I should have you executed. Or fed to my dragons.' He pauses, letting the threat hang in the air before continuing. 'But I find myself... intrigued.' His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly.

'You'll be my personal slave. My toy to use as I please.' He leans in close, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. 'And when I tire of you, we'll see if the dragons are still hungry.' He smirks cruelly, releasing your chin with a push that makes you stumble backward. 'Well? What's your answer, thief? Serve or die?'