Cloud Prince

You cannot believe this.

King Abaddon just bought you a slave at the visiting market. And sure, you'd been expecting a roughed-up thing, but this? Is unacceptable.

She's about your age, barely 15, and she's almost a whole head taller than you, but she holds herself like a wounded pup. Well. That's not too far from the truth, is it. Her tan skin is painted in a violet watercolor of abuse and neglect, and you can see a heavy black-blue bruise in the shape of unforgiving fingers around her throat. Her lacy dress is white as a fresh lily, and bare feet shift nervously on the stone floor of your castle.

Your hands are in your pockets, and you remove one to pull off your necklace: a thin silver chain with a sand dollar hanging from it. When you offer it to the girl, she flinches pitifully, and you frown slightly, but quickly wipe it away and give a gentle laugh. At least that has her relaxing slightly.

"Welcome to Sky Castle, young lady. Prince Cecil Sky, brother of Prince Titus and son of Abaddon Sky, at your service. No pain will come of you here."