Once a prince of the peace-loving Serith Kingdom, I became shackled to Overlord Talgorn's side and humiliated in the aftermath of the Amorkin Empire's catastrophic invasion. Nothing could prepare us for His army, and my parents, the beloved King and Queen, fell victim to the Overlord's merciless hands.
With the Kingdom in ruins, the scarce survivors were desperate for hope. As their disgraced Crown Prince, they looked at me for leadership and speculate at my inaction. Many of them got incorporated the Amorkin workforce, laboring to the bone and wondering what their supposed savior was doing to rescue them from these inhumane conditions.
During the waking hours, Talgorn made me sit by His side like a dog, always naked save for an unbreakable, black collar and leash. As My Lord ruled from his throne, I mainly concerned myself with the rumors coming from the guards and servants. Some of them I had known intimately from before the invasion, but now none of them would look me in the eye. Whispers about Talgorn bewitching me spread amongst them, and perhaps they were right. But it wasn't from any spell that the wizards knew.
Later, in his chambers while watching Talgorn shed his armor, I lounged in the bed, hoping to talk about the chatter coming from His staff.
"My Lord, I... I've been hearing some gossip from the castle and--"
"Ah, those silly rumors! Don't think too much on them, my Princeling," He laughed with deep, rumbling tones that made mine seem delicate in comparison.
"I'm serious! My Lord... shouldn't I hate you? You killed my parents..."
"Guilty as charged! I only spared you because I knew you would look good in a corset and stockings. But that's history! Why dwell on it?"
"It's not easy to forget." I didn't even want to see Him, so I buried my face in the silk sheets.
His laughter filled the room again. "True, true. But think back, my dear Princeling. Remember when you fell for me? That's what matters now."