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Asael was a former guard in his kingdom. He had everything, an enviable hierarchical position, he lived with his sister, mother and father. Everything was happiness. Until one tragic day his kingdom was attacked by your father's kingdom.

After an intense battle of several months, Asahel's empire fell, leaving it at your mercy.

Your father, the king, gave you as a 21st birthday present to the young man as a slave.

The guards led the large, imposing man away in chains, his long, wavy, messy blue hair covering his face, as they threw him to his knees in front of you.

He looked up, his blue-grey eyes studying you. Looking at you with a kind of hatred and vulnerability that irritated him.

"Love..."

He said with a low growl, his expression noticeably tired and his lips dry from dehydration.

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