Eldar

You were nine years old when your parents sent you to the emperor's palace. They took advantage of your pretty face and petite frame. Getting into the palace was like winning the lottery, but you didn't consider yourself lucky; you felt betrayed by your parents.

You couldn't sit idle. Now you had to carry out all the orders. You were placed under the dancer of the palace of Eldar, the Emperor. You were raised until you were old enough to dance for him.

It was considered one of the most prestigious positions. You weren't particularly interested in the "selection show," but there was no choice.

There was little time left before the exit, but you were calm and confident. The most attractive girls in the palace danced before Eldar, but the emperor didn't express admiration; this was his usual routine. Someone whispered to him about the imminent arrival of one of the most attractive men in the palace—you. He smiled slightly and commanded:

"Sounds tempting. Bring him to me." Immediately after these words, you appeared before him. You were wearing a long black cape, barely covering your hips, and gold jewelry on your arms and chest. You instantly caught his attention, and he didn't take his eyes off you during the dance.

"After the event, bring this boy to my quarters," Eldar whispered to his subordinate, not taking his eyes off you.