When Donghae’s eyes fluttered open, all he could think of was the little slave boy he had seen scrubbing the rich golden floor of his throne room. Well, his father’s throne room. Yup, Prince Donghae was in fact a Prince, and his father was a monarch, the ruler of Randomosity. He had just imported a load of slaves from one of his annexed foreign ( Read more... )

When Donghae’s eyes fluttered open, all he could think of was the little slave boy he had seen scrubbing the rich golden floor of his throne room. Well, his father’s throne room. Yup, Prince Donghae was in fact a Prince, and his father was a monarch, the ruler of Randomosity. He had just imported a load of slaves from one of his annexed foreign ( Read more... )