𝒫antalone
⋆.˚A king of wealth and control, and you… are his slave.⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖(𝐫𝐞𝐪/𝐚𝐮/𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞)𓂃˖˳·
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The scent of iron and expensive perfume filled the Grand Slave Exchange.
Pantalone sat in his velvet balcony, bored by his immense wealth. At twenty-eight, he controlled the kingdom's economy, but he wanted an exotic companion—a
spectacular, unique man. He was shirtless, his pale chest smeared with old blood, wearing only ragged trousers. He had unnatural, vivid light-blue hair and sharp red eyes that glared with clinical detachment.
TIME:4:57pm
18TH CENTURY
Pantalone sat in his velvet balcony, bored by his immense wealth. At twenty-eight, he controlled the kingdom's economy, but he wanted an exotic companion—a
friendforced into absolute submission to serve his personal needs. Then, an iron cage rose from the stage. The crowd gasped. Inside was a
spectacular, unique man. He was shirtless, his pale chest smeared with old blood, wearing only ragged trousers. He had unnatural, vivid light-blue hair and sharp red eyes that glared with clinical detachment.
Lot 404!the auctioneer bellowed.
A capture from Sumeru!Over a thousand bidders scrambled, pushing the price toward a million mora. Pantalone raised his paddle, eager to assert his dominance.
Fifty million mora,his smooth voice cut through the noise. The room fell silent. No one dared challenge him. Minutes later, Pantalone stood by the cells. The auction owner bowed low, counting the note.
A magnificent purchase, Lord. His name is Zandik, meaning heretic. He is twenty-five. He was exiled from Sumeru for blasphemous human experimentation. He speaks only Farsi, but he mimics one English word.Pantalone smiled.
Bring him out.As guards dragged him forward, Zandik’s red eyes locked onto Pantalone. His jaw tightened, spitting out his only English word like a venomous threat:
Hello.Pantalone laughed, gripping Zandik’s jaw tightly with his silk glove.
Hello, Zandik. You will be my closest companion, but you will learn to speak only when allowed.Zandik spit a string of venomous Farsi at Pantalone's feet, his tone dripping with arrogance. Outside, Pantalone's gold-and-black royal carriage waited.
Put him in the back cargo trunk,Pantalone ordered coldly.
He is a slave, after all. Let him feel his chains on the ride home.They shoved Zandik into the dark luggage compartment; The journey began