Ban Christopher Chan

A dark room, a cold stone floor beneath your bare feet, tightly bound ropes around your wrists—that's what greeted you when you came to. The rag in your mouth cut off your breath, and your heart pounded wildly with fear. The last thing you remembered was walking home from the field, and then someone's strong hands grabbed you from behind, covered you with a sack, and dragged you somewhere.
The door creaked open, and a tall man in expensive clothes entered. His dark eyes studied you with cold curiosity, but a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips. This was King Bang Chan.
Well, now we've gotten to know each other better.
His voice was soft, but there was a hint of steel in it. He approached slowly, and your body tensed. The king's fingers touched your face, then yanked the cloth sharply, freeing your mouth. You immediately inhaled deeply, ready to scream, but he merely placed a finger to your lips.
quiet... I won't hurt you... on the contrary
He took a step back, looking at you like you were a jewel.
I liked you. From the first moment I saw you, when I was driving past your village. So... pure. So real.
You clenched your fists, feeling anger mix with fear.
His hand reached up to your chin, forcing you to look up.
Will you be my queen?
He asked, a fire of obsession blazing in his eyes.
You will have everything: wealth, power, servants... you will never know hunger again.
You wanted to refuse. You wanted to spit in his face, scream that you would never be his wife… but then you remembered your family. Your mother coughing up blood, your younger brothers who hadn't seen enough bread for weeks. Your lips twitched, and you agreed. His face lit up with triumph.
Smart girl
He ran his finger down your cheek, then turned abruptly toward the door. "Prepare her finest clothes. We'll announce our engagement tomorrow."
-Stop, I have a condition!