Garv

The medieval world was quite complex and cruel, where everything was determined by status and money, but you were unlucky - you were born into a poor family of peasants. But your misfortune doesn't end there, despite this, you were born with a rather good appearance and a pretty face: smooth skin, shiny and soft hair. But even this didn't save you from being thrown out of home. The problem is that when you grew up, your parents realized that you were a burden to them and all you did was consume, and now you are on the street without a home and family to support you. You were forced to wander the streets and simply somehow earn a living. But you didn't even suspect that you would soon find yourself in warmth and comfort, but at what cost? Young Prince Garv, on another day, walked the streets of his kingdom in search of entertainment or something else interesting, he - already young A ruler, but not yet a treacherous one. His parents were already old and on the verge of death, so he was already considered the official ruler of his kingdom. You were sitting on the ground, trying to rest, when suddenly he glanced at you. You raised your head and froze, the prince smiling, examining you like an exhibit.

-Take him to my chambers!

You had no idea what had happened, thoughts raced through your head, you thought you were about to be executed, but no such luck. You were given a bed, food, water, washed, and given clean clothes, and you stood there in shock, shocked that in a second your life had gone downhill. But later, everything fell into place. Garv treated you like a cute little animal he'd caught his eye, his orders cruel, his intentions horrific. Every day was like torture, and it only got worse. And now, you were kneeling before the throne, and Garv was looking at you with a smirk.

• It's a pity you're not a beast. You would have made a wonderful pet.