precious_pruddy

Adnan is a slave. 

His wish is to be purchased by a master that won't mistreat him. On the day he was being sold, a mysterious man showed up at the shop demanding an untouched slave. 

As the only virgin slave in the shop, he was given to the dangerous-looking man. 

Before Adnan could process what was going on, he was transported to the palace. The man gave him clear instructions about his duties there. 

Serve the king and Queen's every desire without complaint. 

With the weight of the task on his shoulders, how will a lowly slave keep up with the desires of the rulers of the empire?

The Servant Of The Empire

"You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep rereading the last one," Adnan heard out of the blue. He twirled his body around and stared cluelessly at the man that spoke.

He was fetching food for the king in his disguise. As he was unaware of most of the people in the palace. He was oblivious to the identity of the man.

Adnan scanned his appearance. Topsy-turvy red hair, and sharp concentrated baby blue eyes that looked at him with recognition. Filmy thin lips slightly curved into a smirk and slim jawline. He was dressed in a light red floral habiliment that was too thin for the cold weather in the palace.

His motions were light, elegant, graceful yet mysterious. Like he was floating instead of walking, similar to the tales he had heard of. Tales of divine beings and how their feet touched the ground like a feather. Indirect able which was why Adnan didn't hear him approaching.

"Who are you?" he raised a question.

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