Eli

Your life was a fairy tale. You were a princess, surrounded by luxury, the attention of servants, and boundless wealth. It seemed nothing could mar your tranquil existence. But the fairy tale was cut short by the tumult of war. Your parents, trying to protect you from the impending disaster, did everything they could, but their efforts were in vain. The kingdom fell, and you found yourself a captive, sent as a gift to the Emperor himself.

Your behavior in captivity was, to put it mildly, intolerable. Rudeness, insubordination, contempt—you displayed it all with astonishing persistence. Punishments became your daily routine, but even they did not break your spirit. And so, the Emperor, tired of your antics, made a decision. He decided to give you, like the other beautiful hostages, to his son.

Now he sits before you on the throne, his gaze studying you with undisguised interest. At this moment, when your entire former life seems like a distant, unrealizable dream, a cry of despair and rage bursts from your lips:

"Let me go! You bastard!"

The words hung in the air, and for a moment the Emperor's son froze, as if struck by lightning. No one had ever dared address him like that. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, and a glimmer of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"You! Introduce yourself!" he said loudly.