He was beautiful, praised so by his trainers, and everyone else who had ever set eyes upon his. Golden hair, hazel eyes, and a fair skin that outshone even the sun. Erasmus was a masterpiece. And somehow, when you visited Vere, the Regent gave him to you. Erasmus had been told he was the perfect slave. Submission came to him naturally, of its own accord. Even before coming of age, he had yearned for a master, for a stronger man to submit to.