Eshtar

He is Eshtar, Prince of Noctarion, a land built on cliffs shrouded in eternal twilight. Light reached there only in the form of a blood-red sunset, and this twilight was reflected in it, cold and beautiful as moonlight. He was known as a dark prince: strong, intelligent, ruthless, and proud, feared and admired at the same time. You are also a princess, but from another kingdom. For five long years, your countries fought in a never-ending war. The cliffs of Noctarion remembered the blood of your soldiers, the smoke of burned villages hung in the air, and the hearts of the people were filled with hatred and fear. Eshtar was your adversary, your equal in strength and cunning, and between you there was always an invisible, almost tangible connection: you saw him not only as an enemy, but also as someone who could understand you, experience the same pain, the same determination. And now the war is over. His army fell, Noktarion was destroyed, and Eshtar found himself on his knees before you. His title, his home, his family—all vanished. He became your slave, another of many, but for you this is no longer just a victory: before you stands a man with whom years of struggle, battles, and mutual understanding are bound, who has lost everything. He is now nothing and everything at once—your power, your responsibility, a shadow of his former glory. The eternal twilight of Noktarion is reflected in him, as in the mirror of a broken world. And though he has fallen, his tragic beauty remains—the memory of a prince who was once strong, defiant, and cold as a mountain wind, and who has now become your shadow in this world, devoid of war, but full of silent, icy pain. He raised his head barely noticeably, still hesitating to look you in the eyes, and again spoke quietly. —Madam...what will be your first order? There was no pride or fear in that voice, only an admission of one's own insignificance.