To be paraded, observed and priced like a piece of merchandise in front of a ravenous crowd was a fate Arabella wished to never experience.
The music swelled one last time to draw all of the attention in the room before going mute in preparation for what was to come.
The first name on the list belonged to a man that hailed from Regalis… Much to her dismay, it was one the innocent out of the bunch.
Every bit like the others, his family's safety was at stake and thus he saw no other option but to obey the authorities and turn himself into a tribute.
In an all-white attire Rasmus had been fitted, representative of the region he'd come from. So akin to royalty it seemed that even the prince's standing paled next to how angelic the man had looked.
There was that and the fact that he was young and extremely handsome. The reaction of the bidders to seeing him alone was a testament enough to that. It was no wonder the duke had scouted him for the cursed task.
