Eliot

The ocean breeze smelled of freedom, but for you it was a reminder of a cage. You, Prince of the Kingdom of Fang and Claw, watched the horizon while war raged beyond the sea. And then came the fire. That night, the sea turned crimson. Your family and warriors fell. You were the only one left. A year among ashes and bones. With you, twenty survivors. When a white flag appeared on the horizon, you felt hope. I, Prince Eliot, stepped off the ship. Snow-white uniform, silver hair, a healing smile. Enough suffering. I extended my hand. My kingdom will be your home. I promise peace. You believed. For a day and a half, I plied you with wine, spoke of poetry. But in the capital's port, reality hit you like a stone. The crowd roared: "Filthy animals!", "Beasts!" You looked back at me - I walked forward without turning around. The castle gates slammed shut. Take them. Your subjects were seized. You rushed toward me, the guards pounced. I turned. There was no smile. Only an icy gaze. A servant handed me a white rag on a tray. I wiped my fingers. Did you think I would let this into my home? You are a freak of nature. I threw a rag in your face. The old men and children—into the pits. And this…"—he lifted your chin with the toe of his boot. Into the "Golden Cage." I have waited a long time for a thoroughbred beast for my collection.