Violet_Melody99

Cassian had lived his life in the most miserable way. He had scrubbed the floors and washed the clothes in the cold winter and done everything just to please his uncle’s family, but in return, they sold him to a merchant only for a pouch of coins.

And the merchant decided to gift him to the king of Aetherlyn, a faraway kingdom from his small village to show his loyalty and curry favor from the king. And he was the lucky one from the group to be choosen by the king. Thus he got the position of palace servant. 

Cassian thought maybe his life in the palace would be different, but he was bound to be disappointed as the people in the palace were far more sinister and ruthless. Scheming ran in their blood.

And can anyone tell him why his path always crossed with the notorious first prince of the kingdom? The seemingly cold prince had an unpredictable temper. And why was he always drawn to him like a moth to a light?

Will Cassian be able to survive in the palace where the true faces are hidden behind masks, or will he become more entangled in their schemes and just become a mere pawn in their game?

Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty

"Do you think that begging for mercy will make me spare you?" Xalor sneered; his voice was dripping with disdain. "Do you really believe that if you show enough fear, I might let you go?" His mockery was clear, and it felt like a sharp blow to Cassian's hope.

Cassian's mind raced; he was desperately searching for a way out. He felt trapped in darkness with no escape. The regret of being out so late turned into a desperate need to survive. Every breath felt like a struggle, and the tight grip on his chin made it hard to breathe.

Xalor's gaze shifted between curiosity and cruelty. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "there was a time when I would have done anything to see you smile, to see those same eyes light up with joy." For a brief moment, his voice softened, hinting at a past affection. But this was quickly replaced by his current harsh demeanor.

Chapter 38: Torn between the past and the present