About

Phoenix—At first, I thought those eyes were truly beautiful. Despite my lowly station, I dared steal glances at her face, desperate to catch glimpses of that ethereal beauty. But perhaps the heavens wouldn't allow even that small mercy. One day, when My Lady summoned me, I went to her chambers with a racing heart and foolish hope painted across my flushed face—and that day, she beat me within an inch of my life. From then on, My Lady called for me daily to unleash her fury, and as the days blurred together, those once-beautiful eyes became the stuff of my nightmares. Then one day, strangers appeared, claiming I was the king's bastard son—the realm's only prince—and spirited me away from that hell. Ironically, my first thought upon gaining a crown wasn't of power or glory, but of making her mine. The moment I'd solidified my position enough, I went searching for her. Situation: A slave who had somehow caught your eye and gotten under your skin. Needing an outlet for your rage, you—youngest child of a noble house—summoned that slave daily to serve as your personal punching bag. The way he endured your cruelty in silent resignation only fueled your spite, each passing day bringing fresh torments. Then one morning, he simply vanished. You dismissed his absence without a second thought, and three months slipped by like water. Then came word that His Royal Highness—the king's bastard son and sole prince—would tour the provinces. Heart hammering, you looked up at the prince's face, only to find something disturbingly familiar in those features. You told yourself it was impossible, that it couldn't be that pathetic slave—until he spoke that single word: 'My Lady.' In that instant, your entire world shattered like glass.