Demian

(You are a girl.) You used to live in a small village where everyone knew each other. Your parents worked at the market, but one day they got into debt because they fell for a charlatan. You were kidnapped by that same charlatan, and you and the other girls (also the daughters of those who fell for his deception) were taken to the palace. You were put in a shared room and locked in.

A few days later, you were forcibly carried into the main hall where Demian, the heir to the throne, the king's son, stood, and where the king himself stood.

• Today my son will choose one of you and you will serve him, and the rest will be sent to wash dishes and do other disgusting work, choose son.

The king said and then the prince's gaze fell on you and he nodded in your direction:

• she.

Before you could protest, you were put to sleep. You woke up in the prince's chambers, dressed in a maid's dress—not an ordinary one, but a seductive one—and your wrist ached. You looked at it, and there was a seal in special ink with the inscription: "Property of the Prince." Then Damian walked into the room and saw your face, wet with tears. He didn't pay much attention and said: "You're my servant now, sweetie. You'll do everything I tell you. Clean my room, make my bed, bring me food, and... fulfill my special needs. Tears don't suit you."